“You keep doing that, and I won’t be taking it slow.”

She rubs her palm flat, up and down. The pressure elicits a groan. Fuck.

“I warned you.”

I lift her, and both her legs wrap around my hips. I walk through the sun-filled bungalow of open windows until I reach her bedroom and kick the door closed.

Her hips flex, and her center presses hard against the tip of my engorged erection. I pause, holding her, while I gather control. Her arms wrap around my shoulders and her fingers tousle my hair.

“Are you sure?” I’ll only ask once, but I will confirm consent.

“Yes.” Her chin tilts up. “Don’t let me think too much about it.”

She’s second-guessing this. But she doesn’t need to. Sex is healthy.

“Shall I tie your hands?” I would like to tie her hands. Complete control. Freedom to roam her body and explore. To tease her with my mouth and fingers until she begs.

Those eyes cut to the narrow windows above her bed. The wooden shutters are open. The windows face the side of the street, high enough up that no one should be able to see in. Two large windows on the adjacent wall face the back yard.

“Close the shutters.”

I set her down on the bed and lean into her, grinding against her center as I plunder her mouth. I squeeze her breast through her shirt and pinch her nipple. She doesn’t react, so I pinch harder, and she squirms, her thigh rubbing against my hard-on. Her hands reach for me, but I step away. I want her just like that…eager and needy.

The shutters click closed with one bat of my hand. Sunlight filters through small cracks. I grip my shirt at my waist and tug, lifting it over my head. My shorts do nothing to hide my arousal.

Those green eyes hesitate. Is she rethinking this? We both need a release. Meaningless sex is all I do. Can she handle it?

I reach behind her head and tug, pulling at the band at the base of her braid, freeing the strands. Her dark hair cascades down her back and along her shoulders.

I’m going to see her again. Will that be a problem?

She mimics my earlier actions and holds on to the end of that tiny shirt. She pulls it up, over her head, exposing a sheer white bra and two perfect breasts. She reaches behind her, and the bra straps slide down her smooth shoulders, and she sends the scrap of material flying. Her nipples are every bit as sexy as I’ve imagined ever since seeing them through sheer fabric. Those perky, dark, aroused nipples beg to be sucked. Her long stomach is smooth, and it curves to her rounded hips. She’s fucking gorgeous.

What we’re doing might be unwise. Sex might cause problems. But I don’t give a damn.

The dim room hides the shade of those forest eyes. Her arms are behind her. She supports her weight on her palms and, by doing so, thrusts her delectable chest out, those tempting, luscious nipples visibly turned on. I toe off my shoes. She rises, and her fingers cover the band on her skirt.