A Sexy Time of It. Cara Summers

      Look at me.

      In the warm light of the Tiffany lamp, she studied him through slitted eyes. His were dark and hot and totally focused on her. They were fused together. One. Neely tried not to move, wishing she could hang there on that delicious and dangerous edge forever. But her greed built outrageously. When they finally moved, it was in unison. Her first orgasm was violent, and she held on to him, digging her nails into his skin. The second one built slowly. She kept her eyes on his, knew some of what he was feeling, even as he stoked her own desire a little at a time. She held on, gripping him tightly to her—mind and body.