She couldn’t answer for a second, his need enveloping her like a cloud. It was past time for this. Reality reared its head for a moment. “I’m not trying to be funny, but…on the table?”

Max held out his hand to lead her to another part of the house. “I’m smarter than that…”

There was too much sexual tension between them to laugh when she saw he’d brought a mattress into the house. It lay on the floor of what would be the master bedroom. He’d piled it with soft quilts and pillows, and arranged a wild array of tea-light candles on boxes all along the perimeter of the room. He must have lit them before serving dessert. Tasha released her fingers from his and turned, intending to thank him for the thoughtfulness, but the patient man she’d had by her side all through the meal had vanished.

He kissed her madly, clutching her close. Biting her lips, nibbling on her neck and below her ear. She clung to him, fighting for balance. After kissing her breathless, he stripped off her top and bra, then stepped back.

Standing there, half-naked before him, the flickering candlelight dancing on her skin as his gaze raced over her made her suddenly uncertain. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands. She was no shy girl to cover herself, but the longer he stood there, staring, the more self-conscious she became.

Why the hell had she thought her thirty-four-year-old body would be enough to make this work?

“Max, is everything okay?”

He shook his head. “I can’t believe we’re here and this is happening.” He laughed. “I can’t believe someone isn’t going to phone, or walk in, or do something to stop us.”

Her insecurities vanished. He was as involved as she was, and just as nervous, it seemed. She lifted her chin and paced toward him, closing the distance. The floor was cold under her bare feet, the unfinished boards of the plywood rough and itchy as she reached for him.

“It’s real. And no one will interrupt us.”

She undid the top buttons of his shirt and leaned in to kiss his chest. He hauled her against him instead of letting her finish undressing him, the fabric of his jeans and shirt a high-texture contrast with her bare skin. Somehow between the kissing and the touching, he not only stripped off his clothes, he had them on the mattress with his naked body pressed over hers intimately.

Oh yes, this was worth waiting for, all her frustrations washed away by the pleasure of the contact. Tasha opened her legs wider, letting his hips fall between her thighs. Their tongues tangled, brushing rough sweeps against each other. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to have him use that talented tongue on her body, or get straight to the good stuff.

He took control again, cupping both her breasts in his hands and pressing them together so he could suck and lap the tips until the electric sensation shooting into her core made her squirm.

She didn’t want any more foreplay. Dinner had been enough. Heck, the past week had been enough, or maybe it was all the years leading up to this moment.

“Now, Max. I want you.”

He rose, kissing his way along her collarbone, nibbling under her ear. She was ready to poke him, to tell him to hurry up, when she realized his shaft nudged her sex, slipping between the slick folds. Another slow rock, and another, rumbles of pleasure escaping his throat.

Then he lifted up on his elbows and looked her fully in the eyes as he pressed into her core.

They both groaned, Tasha from the stretching, the width of his shaft more than she’d had for a long time. Max held still, buried to the root in her body. He squeezed his eyes together and made the most hilarious face.

“You okay?” She ran her fingers through his hair and rocked her hips slightly.

“Don’t move, or I’m going to lose it. Oh my God, you feel fucking fantastic around me.”

Delight bubbled up inside her, along with a hint of mischief. “Like don’t do this?”

She squeezed her inner muscles as hard as she could, reveling in the fullness. He cursed lightly and grimaced. “Witch. I mean it, I’ve never been in a woman bare before and no one warned me how good this would feel.”

Tasha laughed. Her genius had obviously missed one line of study. “You’ll survive. Now move, I need you to move.”

Pleasure streaked his face as he pulled out slowly, then surged back in. The sensation of heat spread outward, each thrust drawing her climax closer and closer. Max reached down and pressed her right leg farther to the side. The angle of his penetration changed as he made contact with her clit, and she was the one to hiss in reaction.

The sounds of their bodies moving together echoed strangely off the unfinished walls, louder and more feral than usual. Wet noises, the grunts and groans that escaped their lips. The gasp of pleasure she made when he caught one of her nipples in his teeth and bit lightly on the tip. She was getting close when he froze, his cock jerking within her, heat expanding between them. He moaned her name with his release, and even having been denied her own orgasm, she couldn’t help but smile.

She’d made him happy, and the thought of all those active swimmers on the loose—well, she didn’t need to climax for them to work.

He lowered himself on top of her, kissing her face and sighing in her ear as he lay still for a minute. “Damn. Sorry, I was a little excited.”

Tasha laughed lightly as she ran her fingers through his hair. Her body hovered on the edge of release, but she still wasn’t too disappointed. “It’s okay. I think the simultaneous climax thing takes practice.”

Max shook his head. “Practice? I’m all for that. But in the meantime…”

He took her lips in a searing kiss before rising and giving her a sexier-than-sin smile. Then he made his way down her body, nibbling and kissing as he went. By the time he’d reached her sex she was back up to borderline ecstasy, ready to roll over the line with the slightest provocation. His tongue on her clit was more than enough, pleasure breaking in her core with a steady pulse. Tasha let the orgasm wash over her, taking away the tension of the past days, letting even her obsession with what this could be starting slip aside for a moment.

It’s about making a baby.

But it wasn’t. So she didn’t protest when he returned up her level and rolled over, taking her with him. His cock nestled against her body, her torso draped over him.

“Give me a minute, and we’ll start again.”

Long slow strokes with his hands over her back followed as he kissed her, and she didn’t mind a bit he’d been fast out of the gate. He scratched lightly, then rubbed small circles. A lazy sensation somewhere between pleasure and relaxation floated over her. The sexual tension faded slightly, at least until he cupped her ass and started playing. When he slid a finger along her cheek folds, a corresponding spark flared in her sex.

His touch was hot. Hotter than she’d expected, and she’d expected a lot. He lowered his hands to her hips and shifted her, and it was clear his erection was a lot bigger than she remembered it to be.

Ah, the energy of the young. “Damn that was quick.”

“What can I say?” He suckled on her earlobe for a moment. “I’ve got a great motivator.”

She was impressed, especially when she wiggled herself up to a sitting position and there was no doubt he was primed again.

He grinned. “Cocked and fully loaded.”

“Cocky, you mean.” Tasha lifted her hips and took him in, moving slow enough to appreciate every inch of the firmness piercing her body. He reached up and helped lift her a few times before he got distracted. Both hands deserted her hips to enfold her breasts, their heavy weight making them sway as she moved in an easy rhythm.

Max growled, a sexy, needy sound, deep in his chest. “I’m gonna admit that I like these very much. You’ve got a great ass, Tasha, but your breasts have given me the dirtiest dreams for the longest time.”

There was too much going on in her body to come up with a response. The sensations continued to build as she undulated over him. His fingers teased her skin, a light touch then harder. His smile lit up the room as he arched his hips, aligning her into position so he could pump upward easier. The speed of his motions increased, his cock pistoning in and out so fast she thought it might be the friction between them heating her up.

Max let out a rough grumble of pleasure, then slowed his pace.

He slid one hand away from her breast, abandoning it to reach between her legs. His thumb made contact with her clit and she squeaked involuntarily. Sensory overload approached as he kept up the pressure on her sensitive clit. He continued to drive his cock into her as his other hand teased her nipples.

Tasha closed her eyes and rode, letting the pleasure of all the different touches stroke her desire higher and higher until her climax burst out, shaking her body. Wave after wave brought her passage tight around his shaft. He slowed his hips, his rhythm broken into uneven thrusts that somehow drew out her orgasm, her sheath clutching his cock with each withdrawal.

Utterly spent, she lay over him, blood pounding through her system, but she wasn’t allowed to relax into sleep. He flipped them again, this time withdrawing from her body, then pressing her to her belly and pulling her hips into the air. He was back inside her in an instant, her hips angled high as he thrust.

“Oh, that feels good.” Tasha wiggled her hips, pivoting to take him better. He snuck a hand around her body and caught hold of her clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. “Oh yeah, that feels really good.”

The man was a machine. He pushed her into another climax in only a few minutes, the force of his thick cock plunging deep into her sex making it impossible to escape the pleasure coming to wipe her out. Euphoric pleasure made her giddy, and the tingling in her core had spread to her extremities. And he still didn’t come.