The motion dislodged images from the carefully ordered lockboxes in his brain, and his muscles went rigid. The look on Lauren’s face when she realized Sean’s grip was unbreakable. Her complete vulnerability, all the more powerful for her strength and confidence. That searing moment when they were both inside her, and she surrendered, completely and unconditionally. Her hands had lifted as if searching for stability in a world made soft and hot by pleasure. Sean gripped them first but a hot possessiveness made Ty break the hold, lift Lauren’s arm behind his head, exposing the whole front of her body to him. But when her hand fisted in the hair at the nape of his neck, connection crackled between them. The room was too dark to see her face, but he heard her gasps loud and clear, the pitch riding the edge between pleasure and pain. He used to love that edge, sought it out by pushing himself to the limit physically, finding the endorphin rush in the agony of a hard run or swim, the upwelling of satisfaction that came afterward.
