As she made his favorite coffee, she realized he had the same struggle all along that Rafe had. His leopard was a dominant male, fierce and wild. Rafe had lost control, but Eli had taken control. That was why he was so overboard about control in the world he’d created for himself.

She stripped off her shirt and went to him naked. She stepped onto the porch and immediately saw him in the shadows. He sat in his chair, following her instructions, naked, his cock already hard and thick. One hand fisted the length and slowly, casually moved up and down in a mesmerizing slide. Her mouth watered. She loved seeing him do that. That simple action turned her on all the more.

She set the coffee down on the small table beside him. Her courage was beginning to fail a little. She still didn’t know what she was doing.

“I’m not certain I’ll be able to drink that coffee with your mouth wrapped around me, baby,” he confided, his voice low. Husky. Sexy. “I think that might be too much of a distraction to enjoy the coffee. But, baby, if that’s what you want, then that’s what I’ll do. Or I’ll try.”

She found herself smiling. She knew he was deliberately putting her at ease. “I thought, at first, you could let me . . .” She trailed off, hesitating. He waited, and she sighed. “Explore.”

He smiled at her. “I get that. I’ll just sit back and drink my coffee. We’re not in any hurry, although this might just kill me. There’s no right way or wrong way right now. I want you to do some exploring. Whatever feels good to you. Get to know the shape and feel of me, you’ll know what I like and what I don’t. I won’t like the feel of your teeth, but I’ll love your tongue.”

She took a breath, her eyes searching his face for a long while. He was patient. Her gaze dropped to his cock still wrapped in his hand. He was big. Long and thick. The crown was broad and looked silky. She loved to look at him. He was all muscle, all power and danger. His cock matched the rest of him.

“Keep telling me what to do, Eli. When I hear your voice, it’s reassuring to me. I need to know you’re there. I like it when you give me guidance.” That was her confession. Her surrender. She hoped he understood what she meant.

Of course he knew. He immediately complied, using that low, commanding tone she loved. The one that vibrated between her legs and made her burn hotter.

“Kneel, Kitten, with your knees wide. That lets me see you like what you’re doing. That’s important to me, knowing you’re enjoying yourself.”