Resisting Her

‘You feel too damn good. How is this even possible?’ ‘Because it’s us,’ she said simply

Marissa frowned and shook her head. ‘That’s what I was afraid of.’ She patted his chest. ‘You, my brother, are an idiot.’

Her cheeks were flushed pink and he couldn’t resist watching her enjoyment. She’d stopped moving against him and allowed him to hold her hips while he thrust up into her. Sex was a physical act, so why should he feel more? But he couldn’t deny that he’d never felt closer to anyone. Savannah broke through all his barriers. She was needy, yet giving, sensual yet innocent, trusting and timid. She’d put both their pleasure, the whole experience, in his hands and the gravity of the moment was not lost on him.