Serengeti Heat by Vivi Andrews

working inside her. She snagged his lower lip between her teeth, urging him on, inciting him to a frenzy. Landon growled against her mouth.
    He hitched her higher against the door, and then guided the heavy arousal that had been wedged between them unerringly to her tight sheath. Ava grabbed for the towel bar again, her other arm locked around his shoulder as she braced for his delicious invasion.
    “Make it hard.” She panted the reminder against his skin.
    Landon bared his teeth in a silent snarl, locked his fingers on her hips and slammed her down onto his shaft, half-seating her in a single stroke. Before she could adjust to his sudden presence, he pulled out and drove home again, deeper, higher. It took three more strokes before her tight pussy could accommodate his full length. When he hilted against her, they moaned in unison. He held for a moment and Ava clenched her inner muscles around him to keep him there, drowning in the perfect sensation, the exquisite relief of his body thick and hard inside her.
    “Oh God, it feels…” There were no words to describe the soul-searing perfection of the feeling. Landon didn’t wait for her vocabulary to return. Instead, he set a pace that quickly deprived her of her powers of speech. Ava was reduced to panting, gasping moans as Landon made good on his promise for a hard, rough ride. Attentive to the tenor of her cries, he adjusted his angle until each sure stroke was another stab of ecstasy.
    Ava heard a high-pitched noise twining around the pounding against the door and realized it was her own high-pitched keening. The sounds Landon made were feral music to her ears. He drove into her until she was clinging to the precipice, so close to tumbling over the edge, holding desperately to her sanity, knowing that each second she held off her climax it grew in intensity. Landon shifted, his own face straining against the inevitable, shifted his hold on her, lifting her legs higher, changing the angle of her hips subtly before ramming home one last time.
    Ava screamed, her back arching like a bow as white light exploded behind her eyes. Landon gave a ferocious roar and slammed her into the door. The sound of splintering wood was completely lost beneath their orgasmic cries as the door gave way, tumbling them back into the bedroom.
    Landon landed hard on top of Ava, still seated deep within her, and his weight sent her off again, shooting toward the stars. Still caught in his own orgasm, his hips flexed hard into hers, pressing her down into the remains of the door.
    She was still shuddering from aftershocks when he rolled off her, hauling her with him and draping her across his chest. Ava focused on the little things—breathing, the gradually steadying drumming of Landon’s heart against her ear—until she could make her eyes focus enough to realize she was gazing at the shrapnel of their lovemaking.
    She snickered.
    “What?” Landon grunted.
    She laughed harder, tucking her face against his chest. Her hormones must be working overtime because he still smelled fantastic to her, even reeking of sweat and sex, man and beast.
    He swatted her backside half-heartedly. “What are you laughing at?”
    “I probably have splinters in unmentionable places.” She giggled, perversely delighted by the destruction they had wrought on his bathroom.
    “Hm, we’d better check.”
    Landon deftly flipped her over and began a very thorough investigation. Ava moaned through her laughter. She could definitely get used to this.

Chapter Eight
    “How is it you managed to hide from me for the last three months?” Landon mumbled the question against her breast. They had finally made it to the bed after thoroughly christening the floor and her heat had subsided to a soft thrumming at the base of her spine, screwed into abeyance by Landon’s superhuman efforts. But he still couldn’t seem to stop touching her.
    They curled around one another in a knot at the center of the bed, forming a private