Stepping back, he gripped the hem of my shirt and lifted it up. Cool air wisped over my flushed skin as I looked over my shoulder at him. His face was shadowed, but the features were intent. Another thrill hummed through me when he reached for the button on my jeans. I kicked off my sandals as he peeled the jeans off.

He paused, kissing the spot between my shoulder blades, and then smoothed his hands up the sides of my legs as he rose, stopping long enough to press a kiss at the base of my spine.

“Reece,” I whispered.

“Yes?” Those hands dragged up to my waist.

“What are you up to?”

The tips of his fingers toyed with the strap of my thong as he leaned his hips against me. I could feel the hardness against my back. “What does it feel like?” He didn’t give me much of a chance to answer, because he glided one hand down my belly, under the skimpy panties. He cupped me. “In case you need a helpful hint. You said you were mine. I’m acting on that.”

Oh God, he totally was acting on that. He slid a finger inside me, where I literally throbbed for him, gliding through the wetness. My hips jerked as he brushed against the spot I thought only my trusty vibrator knew the location of. His thumb circled the bundle of nerves with exquisite skill. I surged against his hand shamelessly, my body completely taking over.

He ground his hips as he continued to work me with his fingers. “I could come just with you riding my hand.”

My body burned at his words. There was something truly hedonistic about this, raw and new to me. And I was so close to exploding, so much so that when he pulled his hand away, I whimpered.

Then I heard the heavy sound of his equipment belt hitting the floor, the tinny sound of the zipper. My heart pounded. “Hurry,” I urged him.

He kissed my shoulder as his arm circled my waist. “Babe, if I hurry any faster, this will be over before I get inside you.”

I reached down to tug my panties off, but he stopped me. “Leave them on,” he ordered. “And put those hands on the counter. Keep them there.”

Surprised and turned on way too much, I placed my hands over the countertop, biting back a moan. I kind of—­okay, I really did—­like when he got all bossy like this.

Using his foot, he spread my legs while he blazed a path of hot kisses down the side of my neck. Then he lifted me onto the tips of my toes, pushing my front down across the counter.