His breath escaped in a long hiss and then she slid down, resheathing him all over again.

“You drive me crazy,” he muttered.

She smiled, clearly satisfied with his admission.

He savored the feel of her much smaller hands engulfed by his. They held on tightly as she began a slow, rhythmic ride. Their gazes locked. They never looked away, never broke eye contact as she made love to him, driving him closer and closer to ultimate release.

Emma expelled a pent up breath as he stretched her, as the sweet burning of her body molding to him became the single thought on her mind.

He reached for her breasts...