He twirled her around, clutching her to him. His head lowered, and then his lips were against hers. Her awareness splintered in his heated embrace. His hands roamed over her curves, and her breasts tightened, stretched against the fabric of her bra.

Desire darkened his eyes, a fierce concentration.

He lifted her shirt over her head, and she worked the three buttons on his polo shirt so he could strip it off. She ran her fingers over his muscled definition, his skin silky beneath her fingers.

He undid the clasp on her bra, and the air-conditioned room cooled her flesh. He turned her toward the bed. His hands cupped her breasts, and her head rested against his shoulder.

It should have felt strange, yet she felt empowered.

She nuzzled his neck, drawing in his masculine scent. Full of pine, fresh air, and an undertone of cloves. She licked his skin, feeling a mischievous desire to play. His groan brought a smile to her face.

He divested her of her clothes. Then stripped himself. His hungry gaze focused on her as if she appeased all his fantasies. A treat she’d never forget. She moved closer eliminating the distance between them.

His hand traveled across her skin, stirring unruly thoughts. He reached between her legs, and lazily drew his finger between her folds. She couldn’t stop herself from wrapping her hand around his semi-hard shaft.

She wanted to explore. To feel his silky skin. To lose herself in the chaos of emotions she’d long since forgotten. Filled with a craving she didn’t want to deny, she couldn’t help but push against him.

Wanting more.

He rolled on top of her. His legs were between hers, but his arms kept him above her. Not quite touching. His usually dark brown eyes were glowing with an intense desire. “Are you sure? There will be no going back for us.”

She pulled him close. “I appreciate the thought, but if you leave this bed, I’m going to have to tell the girls at the diner that you don’t need any more pie.”

He chuckled. “I have a much better use for it. Or at least, the whipped cream.” He squeezed her left breast and then sucked her hardened nipple into his mouth.

She moaned as ecstasy raced through her veins. Almost like freefalling through the sky.

He claimed her lips in a harsh kiss. He reached between them and rubbed the head of his cock against her. “Ready?”

She nodded. Tried to move to get him where she ached.

He slowly entered her. He stretched her, filled her as they became connected. Him to her and her to him. Fully seated, he clasped their hands together above her head. “Time to take a ride that emulates the winds.”

“Prove it.”

He moved. Driving her up further than the highest clouds. She gasped for breath, unable to stop the swell of emotions that swamped her. Their bodies generated so much heat. She had to grasp onto his shoulders. His frenzied movements pushed her to a destination she couldn’t comprehend.

She peaked and then arched as the pain of losing her wings ripped through her. Only to be suppressed under the euphoria that rolled over her. Too many sensations.

Vithar panted above her for a moment, and then he lifted himself from her. He walked across the room—she assumed to the bathroom.

She curled under the covers and let the darkness swallow her.