Ty returned his finger to its previous position, only this time he added a companion so he had two fingers moving in and out of her hot, tight hole. Imogen stiffened and her eyes and mouth shot wide-open. Her hand grabbed his wrist and held it while he fingered her, pulling all the way out to flick across her clit with each stroke. When her breathing got erratic and her back arched, Ty knew another minute or two would have her at an orgasm, so he slowly withdrew and bent down.

“Why did you stop again?” she asked, disappointment in her voice.

“I’m taking your shoes off,” he said, going down on one knee, lifting her foot and doing just that. “Then I’m taking your pants off.”

“Right. Of course,” she said, obediently lifting her other foot so he could slip off her flat black shoes.

“How many times do you come, Emma Jean?” Ty asked, as he stood back up and moved his hands inside the back of her jeans and panties, cupping the smooth flesh of her tight little ass.

“What do you mean?” She leaned into him, her eyes half-closed.

“In one sex session, do you usually come once, twice, three times . . . five?”

Her forehead creased with her frown. “Usually just once. But it’s a good one. Why?”

“Just strategizing how soon I’m going to let you come.” He nipped her bottom lip. “It sounds like we’re going to have to draw it out.”

“We don’t have to,” she said. “It’s not like I don’t continue to enjoy myself post-coital, because I do. So don’t feel that you need to cease and desist once I have.”

“But the buildup is always better.” Ty shoved her jeans and panties down and lifted her leg so he could remove them, brushing his lips over her soft, ivory thigh. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

With her pants and panties half off and his mouth on her thigh, he was inches from her sex. He could feel the warmth of her inner thighs, he could smell the tang of her arousal. Ty turned his head and breathed in her scent deeply.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Smelling you.”

“Why?” She sounded more curious than horrified, which would probably be the reaction of a lot of women.

“Because you smell good. Like a woman who is very turned on and that turns me on.”

“I am turned on.”

“I know.” Ty shifted a little closer and lavished his tongue on her clit, using his fingers to spread her so that he could have a clear view and taste of her swollen pink flesh.

“Oh, God,” she said, the words low and drawn out. “Ty.”