“You’ve never tested this sweet little ass, have you, cupcake? Never had anyone play with it and get you off just from the thought of how dirty and bad and naughty you’d be if you let someone touch it?”

I shook my head.

“Sweet little virgin asshole.” His eyes darkened. “It’s sexy as fuck to know that I’m the only guy who’s ever touched it.”

He dropped his mouth back to my pussy and proceeded to tease my clit until I was screaming and pressing against the finger he hadn’t moved. It breached the muscle and slipped inside, and I froze.

A riot of sensations rolled through me. Oh my God. He had his finger in my ass. I didn’t even know how to process it, but Bishop had no such difficulties.

“Someday you could take my cock here, but I gotta work you up to fitting it in that tight little pussy of yours first.”

His dirty words sent me over the edge into another orgasm, this one darker and more delicious than the last.

When Bishop rose above me again, he was tearing open a condom packet with his teeth. “You’re so fucking soaked. I can’t wait to slide every inch inside you.”

Everything in my body felt like it was moving faster, down to the very blood pumping through my veins.

“Yes.”

He rolled the condom on and pressed my legs open wider. “I wanted to take this slower, but you’re killing me, cupcake. You’re fucking killing me.”

“I don’t want slower. I want you. Now. Right now. Don’t make me wait.”

His gaze heated again, and he lined up his cock and notched it against my entrance.

“So fucking tight and so fucking wet. You’re going to milk this orgasm right out of me. I’m not going to stand a chance.”

He pressed inside inch by inch, and my nipples hardened as he filled me. Twinges of sensation, not quite pain, not quite pleasure, zinged through my body until his thumb landed on my clit and I screamed.

Screamed.

Everything was a blur after that. I bucked up against his cock as he began to move and groan and fuck.

The orgasm hit me so hard and so fast, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Stroke after stroke, I writhed beneath him and begged him not to stop.

It was a revelation. It was everything.

When Bishop’s groan filled the room and he fell to his forearms above me, I knew I was screwed. Not just literally, but every way imaginable.

Everything I’d wanted, he’d delivered. And now I had absolutely no idea what to do next.

THIS WAS THE PART I’D never liked. The part where I rolled over and felt like it was just another empty fuck. But with Eden, everything was different. I never wanted to roll over. I wanted to stay buried inside her for as long as I possibly could.

I kept my weight braced on my forearms, not wanting to crush her. Her heart hammered against my chest almost as hard as mine did against hers.

I’d fucked up my plan, though. I knew she wasn’t wildly experienced, and instead of taking things slow, I’d just barreled right through.

Jesus, I’d told her I wanted to fuck her ass.

Don’t get me wrong, I did want to fuck her ass. What sane guy wouldn’t? But she wasn’t like any woman I’d ever been with, and I needed to tread more carefully so I didn’t fuck this up.

From beneath me, Eden shifted, and I knew I had to move off her whether I wanted to or not. I rolled over onto my back beside her, and still the only sound in the room was our pounding hearts and uneven breathing.

“Wow,” Eden said, her voice hushed like she was praying.

A smile tugged at my lips.

“Definitely, wow.”

I unrolled the condom from my dick, grabbed a handful of tissues from the nightstand, and wrapped it up before tossing it in the trash next to the nightstand.

Eden rolled over onto her side. “Do you want me to go?”

I pulled my head back so I could see her face. “You think I’d let you leave right now?”

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “I hope not.”

I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into me. “No way in hell, cupcake. I like you in my bed, and I’m sure as hell not letting you out of it now.”

FOR THE SECOND TIME IN my life, I woke up with the heat of a man at my back and his morning wood pressed into my butt crack.

I liked it, for the record. But only because it was Bishop. Maybe it was proof of just how little experience I had, but it was hard to picture waking up like this with anyone but him.

He liked to spoon, keeping me tucked in close to his body all night, and I slept like a rock in his arms.

But now the light of morning spilled through the shades, and I had to force myself out of his bed before I overstayed my welcome. Yes, he’d told me he wasn’t letting me leave last night, but that was then.

My body twinged in places that hadn’t twinged in a long time. Bishop’s chest rose and fell behind me, and I carefully lifted his arm to sneak out from under it.

Except my careful sneaking wasn’t very careful.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Bishop’s sleep-roughened voice broke the silence of the room.

“I’m getting up.”

“That’s a terrible idea.” His arm tightened around me, and he pressed a kiss to the back of my head. “I think you should stay right here. Are you sore?”

The question sent a shaft of embarrassment through me that I shouldn’t be feeling considering everything we’d done together, but I couldn’t help it.

“A little.”

“I’m sorry, cupcake. I should’ve taken it easier on you.”

I twisted my body around so I could see his face. “Why would you have done a stupid thing like that? That would have been a terrible idea.”

His concerned expression shifted to one of satisfaction. “Just trying to be a gentleman. Not sure I know how.”

“Maybe you should just worry about being you.” I shifted the rest of the way so I was facing him in the circle of his arms and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“I think I can handle that. Are you working today?”

I nodded. “Yeah, from twelve to six.”

“That means we’ve got time to get breakfast before my first appointment.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Gotta feed my girl.”

My girl. Two words that sent a shaft of belonging through me and made me never want to get out of this bed.