“I’ve got you.” And he did. He had her completely under his control, his mouth on her neck, his hands possessively, erotically on her body, which was more than halfway to orgasm. Her response was uncharacteristically and inexplicably uninhibited, wildly so, and she didn’t care as she arched under his hands, desperate for more.

He gave it, gave everything, as if he already knew her body, knew what she needed, working her over until she could hardly draw air into her lungs. “Come for me,” he murmured in her ear, his fingers masterfully stroking her, keeping her poised on that very edge. “I want to feel you come.”

“I can’t,” she gasped. “Not standing—”

But then his fingers twisted inside her, pressing against a spot she didn’t even know she had, while still stroking his thumb over her, and that was it. She did as he’d asked and came.

Standing up.

When she was still shuddering, he turned her to face him, backing her up a few steps until the mattress hit the backs of her thighs. Urging her down, he followed, sprawling his big, hot, heavy body over hers, spreading her legs with one of his own, dropping his head low enough to give her a deep, long, carnal kiss that had her gasping and hungry and desperate all over again.

“Your pants.” She tugged at them. “Off.”

Rolling to his back, he popped open the buttons and kicked off his shoes but then shook his head, panting. “I can’t get the jeans off. My shoulder—”

He was sprawled flat on his back, chest bare, pants low on his hips, looking hot and bothered and sexy as hell. She could have just looked at him like that forever, but he was struggling and she was afraid he’d hurt himself. Coming up to her knees, she worked to tug his jeans down his hips. When his very large erection sprang free, her mouth went dry. “You’re commando, too,” she managed, staring, unable to stop from wrapping her fingers around him.

A rough groan rumbled up from deep in his throat. “My damn shoulder—getting dressed sucks, so I—Jesus,” he gasped when she stroked him from root to tip. They hadn’t gotten his pants past his upper thighs, so his legs were pinned. He couldn’t move his right arm. And damn if there wasn’t something about the sight of him, huge and gorgeous, and just a little helpless. Feminine pleasure and power surged through her in unprecedented waves, and while he struggled to finish stripping, struggled to touch her from his position, she decided to take matters in her own hands.

Literally.