She never felt that way. She was the woman who wanted to turn the lights off, but the look in his eyes told her he wasn’t lying. He thought she was lovely, and in that moment, she felt that way, too.

He gently turned her, drawing her back against his chest. His hands eased up to cup her breasts. She could feel how hard he was, but the man seemed determined to take his time.

“We should go to bed,” she suggested.

“Not yet. Not until you understand how much I want you, how much I want to give you. I want to play with you, explore you. Maybe when I’ve kissed every inch of this body I’ll take you to bed.”

He was going to kill her. “I’m ready right now, Armie.”

“But I’m not.” He nipped her earlobe, sending a shock of lust straight through her.

She wiggled against him, against that part of him that seemed perfectly ready. “I think you are.”

He was priming her in a way she’d never felt before. Her whole body had gone warm and soft and ready for him.

And he was being frustrating. His big hands held her still as he ran his tongue along her ear. A damn ear shouldn’t be an erogenous zone, but she shivered at every caress. His hands molded her breasts as he kissed her neck and shoulders again.

“Let go, Lila. Let me take care of you.”

Why was it hard to let him take control? He obviously knew more about this than she did, but it was right on the tip of her tongue to argue with him.

What would it feel like to give over to another person? To trust someone so much she could let her mind flow, knowing he would ground her, not let her get too far from herself? “I want to.”

His hand started to trail down to the waistband of her scrubs. “Then do it. Stop thinking. Let go. Tomorrow you can go back to work and you’ll kick the day’s ass, but tonight, you’re all mine.”

All his. His to protect and take care of. His to pleasure and lavish with affection.

She relaxed, her decision made.

His hand slid inside the waistband of her scrubs, inching closer and closer, but she wasn’t going to hurry him along. He wanted to indulge in her, and she wasn’t about to stop him. She would be patient with him and it would pay off in the end.

“Trust me.” Every word out of his mouth was a silky seduction.

She did. At least in this she did. She could trust him with her body. Her heart? She wasn’t sure about that, but she abandoned the thought for the evening. This was what she’d needed all day.