And Natalie had every intention of giving it to him, even if it was at her own expense. She could live with it. She'd seen the way he'd been squirming and she wanted to see him unravel. That was why she was looking down at him even when the urge was to close her eyes and tip her head back.

Her hips kept moving. No reprieve anymore, it wasn't necessary or wanted. Every thrust pushed him in to the hilt. "Come on, Jim," she murmured, haltingly. "Come on. Come."