“I like the way you feel under me,” she said.

He smiled. “And how do I feel?”

“Hard.” She arched into him, rubbing herself on his arousal.

As Vin reared back into the pillow and hissed, she put her mouth on the rigid cords that lined his neck, kissing her way up them until she got to his sharp jaw. Now she was the one fusing their mouths, and he was following her, tongues sweeping in and out, hands roaming, hips moving in the ancient surging motion of raw sex.

It wasn’t long before she needed so much more. Her breasts were aching, the tips straining against her bra, and she took his hand and eased it under the shirt she had on. The contact of his palm on her ribs made her suck on his tongue and to urge him onward, she guided the contact over to her—

“Vin…

As he palmed her breast, he groaned and rubbed his thumb around her nipple. “You’re hell on my willpower. Total hell…”

With a surge, he leaned up and nuzzled at her breast through her clothes. “I need you naked.”

“Just what I was thinking.” Sitting back on his hips, she swept her fleece over her head and was attacked by a wave of modesty. Abruptly, she wanted her nakedness to be beautiful to him…she really did.

As if he read her mind, he murmured, “Would you rather do this with the lights off?”

Well, yeah. Except then she couldn’t see him. “I’m not perfect, Vin.”

He shrugged. “Neither am I. But I will guarantee that whatever you choose to show me I’m going to like because it’s you.”

Dropping her hands and holding his stare, she said, “Take my shirt off then. Please.”

Sitting up so that they were face-to-face and she was in his lap, Vin unbuttoned the thing down to her navel, his mouth going to her throat and then her collarbone and finally to the front clasp of her bra. His eyes flipped to hers as he reached up and sprang the fastening.

He didn’t let the two sides snap apart, but held them in place.

Inch by inch his mouth kissed its way onto her breast. As he went, he slowly exposed her flesh until he got to her nipple and then he pulled the lace cup off entirely. His whole body shuddered with lust.

“You’re so wrong,” he groaned. “Look at you…perfect.”

He extended his tongue and licked her. And licked her again.

Watching him was nearly as good as feeling him, and the two together, the sight and the sensation, fired her blood up until she was panting.

Thank God they’d left the light on.