“That’s what I want to hear.” His tongue traced the shell of her ear before nipping at her lobe.

Her whole body was tight with arousal, on edge and waiting for his next touch, next bite. “Really? It’s not very submissive.”

“Oh, but it means you want me. You think the Dom doesn’t want to hear that? Your submission is something I’ll earn, but I need to know that you want me inside you so badly you’re willing to fight for it because I damn straight feel the same about you. Never wanted a woman as badly as I do you right now. But I’m going to kiss you first. I’m going to do this right. Turn around because I want to kiss that sweet as sin mouth of yours the way I’ve always wanted to. Straddle me like I’m a beast you want to ride.”

He was a beast and she definitely wanted to ride him. On shaky legs she turned and repositioned herself, praying her cheap dining room chair could handle them both, but she wasn’t stopping. She wanted that kiss like she’d never wanted anything in her life.

She stopped before straddling him, looking down at that gorgeous man who’d haunted her dreams for over a year. Remy Guidry always held himself apart. Even with his friends there seemed some careful distance he placed between himself and everyone else, as though he needed to not need. Not this Remy. This Remy had his hands out, begging her to come closer. This Remy did need.

He needed her.

Normally she never thought of herself as sexy. She was klutzy. Nerdy. Way too attached to her Kindle to be considered a sensual creature, but something about the look in his eyes gave her confidence. He was fully dressed and she was naked, and somehow that seemed all right with her. It was good to be naked for him. There wasn’t anything dirty about it.

She eased one leg over his lap. “I’m going to have to do some laundry for you, Sir. Because I’m about to mess up these jeans.”

His eyes went straight to her pussy as she lowered herself down. “You’re already wet.”

She rolled her hips. Yes, now she could truly feel that big cock of his where she needed it. The rough denim contrasted with the silk of her feminine flesh, rasping gently as she stroked herself over his cock. “I’m incredibly wet, Sir.”

His hands moved, finding places on her back so he could pull her up, bring her in to the point that their mouths almost met. “You’re wet for me. Say it. Tell me all that sweet arousal is for me and me alone.”

That was easy. “It’s all for you, Sir. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. There was my training partner for six weeks and then before that, I had a long-term boyfriend from grad school who never once got me this wet this fast. But all I need to do to get my motor running is close my eyes and think about how hot you are.”