For a moment, Della considered avoiding Selena’s question, because did the woman seriously need to know every detail? But the vague niggle that had been yammering in the back of Della’s brain since her first time with Tucker wasn’t going away, and Selena was there to be a sounding board. “I think he’s…holding out on me.”

Selena frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Maybe out is the wrong word. Back is probably better.”

“Holding back how? Emotionally? Sexually?”

“Sexually.” Emotionally, he was doing exactly what he was supposed to be doing and what she was failing at—keeping them right out of the mix. “He’s so…in control all the time.”

“Can you elaborate?”

“He’s so determined to make it good for me that he puts his desire…his pleasure last.”

Selena gave a half laugh. “I have a dozen clients right now who’d swap their partners for Tucker in a heartbeat.”

Having been in that boat, Della could relate. It seemed like a true first-world problem to be even voicing these concerns. Maybe she should just lay back and let him fly her to heaven every night and be damn thankful. But she felt like she’d gone from one extreme to the other.

Was it so wrong to want to be an equal sexual partner?

“The sex is very…safe. And I understand it’s important to him that I feel safe. Hell, I want to feel safe. But the sex is always missionary, very…101 kinda stuff. If you know what I mean. Don’t get me wrong…the man can make me forget my own name multiple times a night. It’s just…”

“You want to experiment some more?”

“No. Well, yes, I guess…maybe a little, but…” How did she explain this? “I don’t know…every time I see him, I just want to tear his clothes off and push him down on the floor and—” Della blushed, thinking about the things she wanted to do to Tucker on the floor. “Well, let’s just say I feel so irrationally insatiable I practically shake with it.”

“And Tucker is more…contained?”

“Yes.” Contained was an excellent word for Tucker. “For example, I scream like a banshee when I climax. I mean, I’ve tried to be quiet, Selena, I really have, because it’s a little embarrassing, to be honest, but it’s so good I can’t not. Tucker, on the other hand…he just kind of shudders through his, barely making a noise. Like he’s trying to internalize it or something.” Della grimaced. “Is that even good for you? Won’t he like…blow a disc or pop an eye or something?”

Selena laughed. “I think his eyes are probably safe.”