She all but ripped off his shirt, and when his chest was bared, her palms rubbed over his smooth skin and his tight muscles. Shifting back, she helped with the shucking of her jeans and tops and then focused on getting his pants off.

“Holy Christ,” he grunted as she pushed his slacks down to the middle of his thighs and gripped his erection through his briefs.

Fusing their mouths and sucking on his tongue, she stroked him through the thin, flexible cotton of his boxer briefs until the head of him burst out past the waistband. The instant she went skin-on-skin with him, he broke the contact of their lips and hissed in a breath through clenched teeth.

His Armanis went the way of his pants, getting shoved roughly down his legs, and she eased her way over his chest, kissing, nipping, allowing her hair to fall all around and tickle him as she went lower.

Just as she stood his arousal up and was ready to take him between her lips, his hands tightened on her arms. “Wait….”

A single, glistening tear formed at his tip and wept down his head and onto her hand.

“Your sex doesn’t want to wait, Vin,” she said huskily.

Another tear followed the first, as if her words were just as erotic as anything she could have done to him physically.

“I need you to know…something.”

Marie-Terese frowned. “What?”

“I…” He put both hands to his face and rubbed so hard it was like he wanted to sand his features down. “When I’m with you, it’s not like how I’ve been. You know, with anyone else lately.”

“Is…that a good thing?”

“I definitely think so.” He dropped his arms. “But I’ve done some out-there shit, to be honest. With strangers.”

Marie-Terese felt her brows pop, as if they were doing so of their own volition. “Like what?”

He shook his head like he didn’t want to remember. “Nothing with men. But that’s really about the only line I’ve drawn. I just…I haven’t been tested and I haven’t always been careful. I feel like you deserve to know that before we do anything riskier than kissing and sex with a condom.”

“Weren’t you monogamous with Devina?” Although even as she asked, she realized the question was pointless because the woman hadn’t been monogamous with him.

“There were other women along with her sometimes. If you know what I mean.”

An unwelcome picture of Vin covered in female flesh barreled in. “Wow.”

She was about to make a crack about it taking a special man to get a prostitute to blush, but given how he’d reacted before to her bringing up her “profession,” she stopped herself.