“I’m seducing you,” she said unsteadily. “At least, I hope I am. Because I want you inside me and I’m tired of you pushing me away. This has nothing to do with payment, or gratitude, or your memory of that fourteen-year-old girl who seems to bother you so much. You’ve made it too complicated when anyone can see you want me. I’m not a victim or a cross to bear. It’s simply sex and the fact that I’ve probably wanted you since that first night in your study. Maybe before.” She took his hand and pulled him to his feet. “It’s me, going after you. No commitment. You can walk away anytime.” She reached up, opened the striped blanket, and let it drop to the floor. “But I don’t think you will.”

“I’d be crazy if I did,” he said hoarsely, his hands moving to her breasts and cupping them, his fingers on her nipples. “I’m not crazy.” His hands left her breasts and reached up to frame her face in his hands. “This isn’t a good idea. I’m about to go up in flames,” he whispered. “I don’t want this for you. I don’t want to be just another taker.”

“You’re an idiot.” She was quickly unbuttoning his shirt and then pushing her naked breasts against his chest and rubbing them back and forth. “If you can’t see I’m the taker.” She pressed her teeth against his nipple and bit down. “Now will you get inside me?”

“Oh, yes.” He was suddenly pulling her down to the floor, tearing off his shirt, pushing her legs apart. “Any way, any place I can. I’ve waited too long for this.”

“Your fault.” His fingers were suddenly inside her and she gasped as they started to move. “You were thinking too much. You should have been doing this…”

“Be quiet. I’m too hot.” His fingers were going deeper, twisting, plunging. “You’ve said all I want you to say for the time being. You did too good a job seducing me and now it’s all in my court. And thinking isn’t all that bad if it keeps me from hurting you.” His mouth was on her breast, sucking, biting. “Are you ready for me?”

“I couldn’t…be…more ready.”

She was vaguely aware his mouth and fingers had left her as he tore off his clothes. Then he was over her, in her, plunging deep!

She cried out and lunged upward, trying to take more of him.

He gave her more.

Full. She was so full. Yet he was reaching around and cupping her buttocks, lifting her to every thrust, giving her still more. “Korgan…”