Wild Cards and Iron Horses (32 page)

He kissed me, then drove in, to withdraw and plunge again, moving a little to find the most sensitive parts of me, then lifted his head and gazed down at me, pausing in his rhythmic movements. “How lucky can one man be?”

I smiled up at him. He moved again and laughed softly when I caught my lower lip between my teeth and made a small, wordless sound. “Oh, my love, that’s it, that’s it.”