But she knew if they didn’t, Jared would catch her before she fell.

Then she hoped he’d throw her on the bed and fuck her until she passed out.

Burning lust bubbled low in her gut, spreading like lava into her pussy.

“Jared, hurry.”

His hands tightened on her breasts, squeezing and molding. “We’ve got all night.”

“Then we can do it more than once. I need you in me now. Please, Jared.”

His answer was string of words she rarely heard come out his mouth and made her that much more insane for him.

With a cry, she twisted in his arms, her mouth lifting for his kiss as her fingers dealt with the buttons of his shirt and the zipper of his pants.

Taking a short, sharp bite of his lower lip, she pulled out of his arms, their gazes locking.

“Strip,” she commanded. “And then fuck me.”

His expression sharpened to one of pure male excitement, and he had his torso bared in seconds while she fumbled with the rest of her dress.

How could she be expected to make her fingers work when he was naked and beautiful only inches away?

Finally, she released the button that held the skirt at her waist and the green satin fell to her feet.

She reached for the garters holding up her stockings but Jared’s growled “Leave them” made her fingers falter.

Before she could respond, Jared grabbed her hips and then tossed her onto the bed behind her.

She had time to bounce once before he was on her, his mouth plastered to hers and his knees spreading her thighs.

He nudged her with the head of his cock, testing her readiness, then plunged home.

Annabelle wrapped her arms and legs around him as he started to thrust with little of his usual finesse.

It was wild and passionate and she knew it couldn’t last.

But it did.

Jared rode her hard, hips pistoning as he drove her closer to her peak.

Their joining wasn’t only physical. The emotions between them elevated the act to a work of art.

And as she came apart in his arms, she knew her life had become complete.