He moved his fingers over her sensitive nub, while driving into her with a deep, steady rhythm. Mary-Michael trembled, then shattered, crying out for him to join her. He took his release deep inside her, then collapsed onto her back, pressing hot kisses on her cheek, her earlobe and neck, and whispering words she didn’t understand. A part of her wanted to know what he said. Another part didn’t, because if it was anything less than what she’d fantasized—words of love or a future together—she didn’t think she could bear it.
He backed away from her and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily while he recovered himself. “I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“For not taking my time.” He pulled up his breeches and buttoned the top two buttons only.
“Lucky, I needed that as much as you,” she assured hi
