I turn onto my street, deep in thought. My eyes instantly go to Henley’s house. It’s in all darkness. It’s after midnight. He’s obviously asleep.

We didn’t speak today.

It’s fine. He’s going to call me tomorrow. Stop overthinking everything. I exhale heavily. God, I hate this. The man has me jumpy. His past behavior has been so sporadic that I have no idea if his craziness will return to ruin my love life.

I walk in and go straight to my back door. Barry is wagging his tail like the best friend that he is. “Hello, my little man,” I coo. “Come inside, big boy.”

He runs in and dives in his bed, all excited. I think I’m going to get him a companion. I hate that he’s here alone while I’m at work.

But what if I get him a friend and they hate each other and fight all day while I’m gone? Hmm, I’ll have to think some more about that one. I peer through my kitchen window over to Henley’s house. Maybe I should text him?

No.

Stop being needy.

Ugh, I hate that he didn’t call me today. I want him to miss me like I miss him.

I make myself a piece of toast and sit down and watch the late news. Eventually I drag myself from the couch. I grab a towel and take a shower in the downstairs bathroom. The water pressure upstairs is killing me, and I seriously do not have the patience for a pissant dribble of hot water tonight.

I want fire hose pressure, hard enough to strip this shitty feeling that I have on my skin.

I really thought he would call; damn it, why hasn’t he?

Didn’t he miss me at all today?

I get out and dry myself off, and with a towel wrapped around myself, I open the back door so that I can look over the fence at his house one last time, just to be sure he’s not awake and waiting for me.

Darkness.

Honestly . . .

What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I overthinking everything? Being in love with this man has me jumpy as all hell.

It is late . . .

Tomorrow is a new day.

I make my way upstairs and into my bedroom and walk into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I flick the light on. I jump with fright. “What the fuck?”

Henley is in my bed, lying on his side, the blankets pooled around his waist.

He’s here.

His eyes fixed on me.

“You scared the hell out of me.”

He gives me a slow sexy smile, the kind that sends shivers down my spine. “Get in here.”

He flicks the blanket back, revealing his naked, muscular body. My eyes roam down his hardened torso and then come to rest on his large erection.

My sex flutters.

“Been helping yourself while you wait for me?” I murmur as I look at it, engorged and angry, ready to blow.

His eyes darken, and he gives himself a slow hard stroke. I see the shimmer of pre-ejaculate on his tip in the filtered light. “Maybe . . .” He strokes himself again, hard, long, and slow.

I clench, arousal filtering through my system.

The moonlight catches the muscles in his arm as he strokes it again. With his dark eyes locked on mine, he speeds up, pumping himself. His hips rising to get a deeper connection.

My breath catches as I watch him.

So fucking hot.

“Get over here,” he growls.

I drop the towel and walk to the bed. He rolls on his side and lifts one of my legs onto the bed, his tongue lifting to lick me there.

Oh . . .

My hands go to his hair as he pulls me apart with his thumbs, his tongue licking me deep, his teeth grazing my clitoris.

Goose bumps scatter up my spine, and he throws me onto the bed, his strong hands on my inner thighs holding my legs open wide. His tongue takes no prisoners as he licks me deeply, sucking, moaning into me as if this is the best thing he’s ever done. As if he will die if I don’t come on his tongue.

I begin to writhe beneath him. His cock hangs heavily between his legs as he goes down on me. The sound of his slurps of my arousal, hearing his moans of ecstasy . . . feeling the want in the room between us.

Every cell is on fire.

Damn, if this isn’t the best homecoming of all time.

I reach for his erection, and he pulls it out of my hand. “I don’t need any help tonight, angel. I’m going to blow from the taste of you.” With my eyes fixed on the pre-ejaculate dripping from his end, I clench hard.

Oh . . .

My back arches from the bed. “Hen.” My hands fist his hair as I begin to ride his face.

The need to orgasm takes me over.

The burn of his stubble, his strong tongue, teeth grazing. And then he slides three thick fingers into my sex, and I shudder as I come hard.

He pumps me hard and fast, working every cry out of me, the muscles in his shoulders contracting.

I pant, gasping for breath. And then he keeps licking . . . cleaning me up. His face glistens with my orgasm. His dark eyes hold mine. “I need more.”

I stare at him in the filtered light, at a loss for words. For the first time since we met . . . I wonder if I can handle him. I’ve never met someone so virile. This is primal mating in its ultimate form.

Henley James was born to fuck, his body unlike any I have ever known.

My temple.

He rises up my body, bringing my legs up over his forearms until they are up around his shoulders. “Tell me if I hurt you.” He licks my neck, his teeth grazing my jawline.

I nod.

He kisses me aggressively.

“Okay,” I murmur against his lips.

Fuck . . .

There’s a darkness to him tonight, an intensity that I haven’t felt before.

He slides in deep in one sharp movement.

I close my eyes at the domination. In this position, I am completely at his mercy.

He circles his hips to loosen me up, first one way and then the other. His breath is quivering, and I know that he’s hanging on to his control by a thread.

He pulls out slowly and then slides back in, his dark eyes locked on mine. “Are you okay like this?” he whispers, his teeth skimming my neck once more.

I nod, grateful that even as aroused as he is, he’s aware of how big and strong he is.

How much damage his cock could do.

He widens his arms, his biceps and shoulders bulging as he holds himself up. And then he pulls back and slides in hard, knocking the air from my lungs. “Take it all,” he whispers darkly. “You take every fucking inch of this cock.” He pumps me hard. “Do you fucking hear me?” he whispers angrily.

I close my eyes in the hope of blocking him out. He’s too intense . . . too big.

Just way too much of fucking everything.

My feet are up around his shoulders as he holds my legs back. The sound of my wet sex sucking him echoes around us.

“Open your fucking eyes,” he growls.

I drag them open to see him staring down at me, perspiration beading on his skin. His cock works at piston pace as it takes what it needs.

Feeding from my flesh.

I cry out, afraid of the orgasm he’s about to rip out of me. “Henley . . .”

He slams harder and harder, the bed hitting the wall with a deafening sound. His hands on the backs of my thighs near painful as he holds me open with force.

I shudder hard, screaming out loud. He moans and holds himself within the depths of my body as it sucks him in.

I feel his cock jerk as it comes deep inside my body.

We stare at each other, hearts racing. His body still deep inside mine. He pumps me slowly as he completely empties his body into mine.

I pant as I try to bring myself back to earth. What the hell?

I’ve never . . . there are no words . . .

He pulls out and falls onto his back beside me, his chest rising and falling as he gasps for air.

I look over at him in question. Something is clearly bothering him. “What is it?” I whisper. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I love you.”