He got her beat, and when she moved up he eased back into the mattress, when she moved down, he moved up. So when they met, it was a nice thick, wet sound of flesh meeting flesh. Muscles quivered, as he watched her reactions. Even when she began watching them. A dirty little grin straying over his lips.
He hadn't ever met a woman like her. Bold as brass, yet every inch a lady. Bohannon was pretty sure she would have schooled Mary on a few things. He was pretty sure that no woman had ever watched them joining like she was. He didn't muffle his grunts, didn't hide his moans, and groaned his pleasure, aloud.