Luc shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Shit, this wasn't going well. "Look, I'm sorry for what I did to you—"
"You're sorry for making me orgasm so many times I lost count? I've got to hear the reason for this."
How the hell could she not get it?
Raking a stiff hand through his shoulder-length hair, he growled, "Damn it, I was in a frenzy. I plowed into you. I couldn't possibly have been gentle or considerate. And I apologize. I'm sure I didn't ask your permission before I . . ." God, he couldn't even talk about having anal sex with her without getting hard as concrete again. "It just wouldn't be a good idea if I stayed."
Alyssa pulled the lapels of her little jacket together in a useless attempt to cover her breasts. All she did was provide better shots of cleavage. And give him a harder cock.
"Did I seem like I minded that night?"
