It was like he knew what to do before she even had to ask. Mary cried out in pleasure as he increased the pace and intensity of his thrusts.

"My God, Jim..."

It was hard to believe that she'd been nearly dead a few hours ago. His coming after her was brave and stupid and so typical of everything Jim did. She had never been more thankful for his reckless nature. At the end of the day she loved him for it. Mary loved everything about him. Wild horses couldn't drag her away.