The kiss was subtly different with her in charge—clumsier, maybe, and not as well practiced, but eager . . . oh, so eager. She drew back and gazed down at those hot steel eyes, that tough mouth, softened now with desire. She shifted her position, hooked her foot around his calf, centered her breasts over his chest—romped on top of his great big body.

He groaned. “I hope you’re having a good time because you’re killing me.”

“Good.” She smiled down at him. “You’re killing me, too.”

“You have no idea how glad I am to hear that. ”

One of his hands slipped to the inside of her thigh. “You feel wonderful. For days, this is all I’ve been able to think about.”

She smiled and toyed with his earlobe. “All I’ve been able to think about is seeing you naked. All of you.”

“You want to see me naked?”

“Very much.” Without waiting for permission, she slid off him and rose to her knees. “Stand up so I can enjoy the view.”

“You sure you’re ready for this?” He slowly uncoiled.

“I think I can handle it.” She pulled off his T-shirt, then touched the elastic waistband of his shorts. He watched with half-closed lids as she drew them down an inch at a time. Her eyes widened. “Where’s your underwear?”

“In the dryer.” His drawl took on a delightfully menacing edge. “You got a problem with that?”

“I don’t know. Let me see.” She dallied with his navel for a moment, playing the part of a sexual tease, but really giving herself a little time to adjust. Finally she tugged the shorts away from the heaviness they weren’t doing anything to conceal.

The sight was stupendous, but she hadn’t nearly begun to look her fill when she was on her back again.

“Hey! I wasn’t finished looking.”

“Another time. We have all night.”

“Then what’s the rush?”

“Only a woman could ask a question like that. A very smart, sexy woman . . .” He nuzzled her neck, trifled with the corner of her mouth, drew her into another deep kiss. Then his hands moved to her clothes and, before she knew it, she was as naked as he.

He drew back far enough to gaze down at her too-thin body, and she began to wish she hadn’t turned on the lamp. But she saw no criticism in his expression, only desire.

His mouth softened in a sensual smile; his hand covered her breast. He gave a ragged groan as her fingers closed around him. She rose to her knees and let her hands play where they wanted. Before long, their limbs were entwined, their mouths wild.