He’d said leaving it packaged helped him concentrate on her and her body, but it only made her want to touch him more. Plus, it made a girl wonder if there was a reason he was hiding the goods away. Maybe there was something wrong with it? To be fair, it looked very hale and hearty right now—practically busting out of his underwear—but maybe it was afflicted with an odd-looking birthmark or a weird bend or a suck here tattoo that had seemed like a good idea at the time.

Della’s breath hitched as he joined her on the bed, lying on his side like she had been earlier, his hand supporting his head, his long body stretched out down the side of hers, his skin hot, his dick hard against her hip. His spare hand slid onto her bare belly, which contracted beneath his fingers, her body thrilling to his touch.

And every time he looked at her like he was right now, with infinite patience and indulgence, her heart expanded.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his finger stroking lightly around her belly button, his eyes all hot and smoky as he kept his caresses light and controlled. “And this is so damn hot.” His fingers trailed slowly to the band of her underwear, trekking over the top to the middle gauzy panel and following it all the way down until his finger found the slight furrow of her sex.

“So is this.” He lowered his head to her breast, nuzzling the panel where her nipple peaked through. She moaned, and he gently sucked, wetting her nipple through the fabric, his finger stroking tantalizingly back and forth between her lips.

Della’s shifted restlessly at the stimulus, knowing he could easily make her come like this, because the man had magic in his mouth and fingers and was always so attuned to her signals. Her hand that was lying between them accidentally brushed the hardness at her hip, and her pulse leaped, and her mouth watered, and she reached for him.

Her fingers brushed his shaft, and the swift intake of his breath was dizzying, but then his fingers shifted from between her legs to intertwine with hers and drag her arm above her head. She opened her mouth to protest, but he rolled on top of her, kissing her deep and wet, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, his minty breath hijacking her senses as he stroked deep and dirty against her tongue, making her forget everything but the meltdown happening in her erogenous zones.

Even her own damn name.

He lifted is head a little, his eyes piercing hers with a heady kind of lust that burnt her up from the inside out. “I’m going to make you come so hard tonight you’re going to be talking in tongues.”