He bends my knee and pushes it against my chest as he starts thrusting into me again. His eyes stay glued to mine, capturing my gaze, daring me to look away. I can’t. Even if I want to. I missed this look of his. The look I know he only reserves for me. The look that could make me do anything.

“You know what else I thought about?” he asks.

“What?” I reach above me and search for something to grab, wrapping my hands around my bed post. His slow thrusts are hitting every nerve ending in my body. The heavy drag of his cock as it fills me, pulsing against that spot only he has ever been able to find. I’m coming apart below him, and he doesn’t seem to be anywhere near done with me. “Reese, please.”

He growls through a moan. “That. How you beg me, over and over again. Like I’d ever deny you.” His hands grip the sheet next to my head as his thrusts become more forceful but still slow. I tilt my pelvis, bringing my hips up to meet him and giving him deeper entry. “I’m so fucking lost in you, Dylan. I always have been.”

“Fuck, Reese.” My orgasm rips through me, burning in my core and spreading out quickly. I’m clenching around him, my hands raking down his back and clawing at his skin. I’m sure I’m drawing blood but I don’t care, and he doesn’t seem to either. He lunges deeper, deeper again and continues the sweet torture. “I want you to come.”

“Not yet. Give me another, love.” His hands run down my sides and grip my hips as he thrusts hard, then harder into me. His eyes are locked onto mine, holding me, keeping me with him. “Too damn long. I’ve been without you and it nearly killed me.”

“Me, too. I… holy shit.” Bracing myself with my hands over my head, I feel my second orgasm building in my gut.

Again? Already? Of course, look who’s above me right now. Why the hell do I question this man’s skill level?

His grunts ring out around us, filling my loft. His forehead is creased and the sweat is building just below his hairline. A drop hits my chest and rolls between my breasts. I arch off the bed, pushing against him, needing the contact. Needing every inch of him touching me. I can’t get him close enough, not after eighty-five days, not ever. And then it happens. That second orgasm spreads through my body and I’m clinging to him, rocking against him as he pounds into me.

“That’s it. Christ, I love watching you like this.”

I’m shaking, trembling as I come down. And then I’m quickly flipped onto my knees, Reese bracing himself behind me. The movement’s so fast, I don’t have time to think before he enters me again. “Reese, I don’t know if I…”

“You will. You know I can do this to you all night.”

Oh, God. Death by orgasm. Is it possible to have three orgasms back to back like this and actually be able to function afterwards? Shit, who the hell cares? This is Reese Carroll we’re talking about. Plus, how sweet would it be to die this way? Screaming his name in ecstasy. Falling to a slow, post-climatic death. Absolutely. I’ll take that.

I bow my back and push into him, dropping to my elbows as his hands wrap around my waist. I feel his breath on my back, quick bursts of air. His lips kiss the skin there, trailing lower to my hips. He’s pounding into me, giving me every bit of him and I’m taking it. He’s so deep this way, his hips crashing against mine as I grip the sheets. My knuckles are stark white as I desperately try not to collapse under his power. I can feel him tense against my body, knowing he’s close and I’m right there with him. “I need you to come with me. Please. I don’t want to come again without you.”

“You need it, love?” he questions as he fucks me relentlessly.

“Yes. Please. Let me feel you.”

He hammers into me at rapid speed as I stretch my hands out above me. “Fuck. Get there, Dylan.”

“Touch me.”

His hand snakes around my body and drops to my clit, two fingers working me. Sliding against me. Pulsing, pulsing, until my orgasm surges through me. I grab his wrist and stop him, throwing my head back. “Now. Coming,” I say breathlessly, barely able to speak.

Both hands tighten against my hips and pull me back to meet his thrusts. He groans his release as I’m rocked to the point of being delirious. I collapse on my belly, pulling him down with me. He rolls to his back and shifts my weight for me so I’m lying on his chest. We lie there in silence, my head resting on him as we steady our breathing. And then my emotions hit me in one big rush. The fact that he’s here with me, when I never thought I’d be with him like this. In my bed. Me in his arms. It’s overwhelming.

“I can’t be without you again,” I say, so low I’m not sure if he’ll hear it. But I needed to say it, if only for myself, because there is no way in Hell I’d survive being apart from this man again. I’d do anything to avoid feeling that pain, the agony that ripped me apart for eighty-five days and left me a shell of the woman he fell in love with. I wrap my arm tighter around his body. “I don’t care if this is all we ever are. I don’t need anything besides this. But I’ll always need it.”

His hand is on my chin, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. That stare of his causes me to stop breathing as he studies me. Always watching. It’s so extreme, full of unspoken words as he remains silent. I take the opportunity to admire his features, the features I’ve missed so much. Soft eyes. Full, slightly-chapped lips with my favorite slit running down the middle. Smile lines that wreck me. Mild stubble that I reach up and run my finger across. He shifts to his side, pulling me even closer so we’re chest to chest, my body completely flattened against his. His lips meet my forehead and he holds them there, humming softly against my skin. I feel my body completely relax next to his. All the stress, all the tension, all the sadness and misery of the past eighty-five days dissolves instantly as he wraps himself around my body. I’m completely smothered, completely cocooned in his long limbs, wild mess of hair, and hot breath.