And drove into her so deep she felt it in her soul.
“Come.”
The command shattered her.
Andie screamed—actually screamed, the sound echoing off the bathroom’s marble walls—as the orgasm ripped through her with devastating force. Her vision went white. Her body clenched around him in rhythmic pulses. Her legs gave out entirely, and only his arm kept her upright.
She felt him follow her over the edge.
Felt him bury himself to the hilt and hold there, his groan vibrating against her neck, his release flooding her in hot pulses that seemed to go on forever.
When it was finally over, they both sagged against the counter.
Andie couldn’t move.
Couldn’t speak.
Could barely remember her own name.
Paul withdrew carefully, and she whimpered at the loss of him. He turned her in his arms, lifting her easily, and carried her back to the jet’s bedroom.
The sheets were already destroyed from earlier, but neither of them cared.
He laid her down like she was something precious.
Something breakable.
And then he curled around her, pulling her back against his chest, his arm draped protectively over her waist.
“Sleep,” he murmured against her hair. “We have a few hours before we land.”
“Mmm.”
It was all she could manage.
His lips pressed to her temple. His thumb traced lazy circles on her hip. His heartbeat was steady against her back, and wrapped in his warmth, surrounded by his scent, Andie felt herself melting into the mattress.
He was so tender like this.
So gentle.
So different from the man who’d just commanded her to watch while he took her from behind.
It almost made her want to believe that he—
Nope.
Nope nope nope.
Don’t be greedy, Andie.
She had more than she’d ever dreamed of. A husband who wanted her. Who cared for her. Who made her body sing in ways she hadn’t known were possible.
Wanting his love on top of all that?
That was asking too much.
That was setting herself up for heartbreak.
