Brigan felt barely in control. Just as her sounds grew tight and frantic, he stood and, with a rare desperation, fumbled for his belt, his button, his zipper, freeing himself. Lifting her, he stepped forward, and in one thrust he was inside, the feel of her stunning his senses so thoroughly that for a moment all he could do was lean against her, pinning her to the wall. Without leverage, she writhed against him, begging with her body and her sounds and, finally, her voice, so close. “Brigan, please.”
