His toes curled, a thin film of sweat appeared on his forehead, and only with sheer will did he resist his body’s inclination to enter her at ramming speed. But by the end, he was champing at the bit, more impatient than usual, more frenzied, and when he finally bottomed out, only then did he notice her tautness. “Christ,” he muttered, instantly pulling back. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t.” A soft almost inaudible sound.

He met her gaze, his brows rising faintly in query.

Her nostrils flared, and it took her a moment to find her breath. “I don’t actually believe in karma, but the earth moved back there.”

“No shit,” he grunted. “And I don’t believe in much of anything.”

A smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “So… can you do it again?”

“Like this?” He glided back in.

Her eyes drifted shut, she raised her hips into his downthrust, accentuating the stunning pressure. “Exactly like that,” she breathed, sliding her hands around his neck. “Don’t ever stop…”

He knew what she meant; he had no intention of stopping. Nor would he have, if the phone on the bedside table hadn’t begun ringing at such jarring decibel levels it hurt his ears. Swearing, he glanced at the phone. But too far gone at the moment to consider answering it, he concentrated instead on the onset of Liv’s next orgasm, ultimately joining her in another mind-blowing climax so awesome it momentarily drowned out the ringing of the phone.

They lay collapsed afterward, replete.

He unconsciously shifted on his elbows, not crushing the woman under him hardwired into his brain.

“It stopped,” Liv murmured.

“What?” He was still drifting in that never-never land of sweet gratification.

“The phone.”

“Good.”