“I want you,” he said carefully, “to take your right hand, slide it down between us, and open yourself for my cock. Now. Not because you have to, but I want to see your fingers on yourself, because I want to feel you pulling yourself apart for me to thrust into you and fuck you. Do you understand?”

She stared at him in shock, completely still except for the rise and fall of her chest. Ty knew he was being demanding and a little impatient, but he was aching to take her and he wanted her acquiescence, her very obvious acceptance of him into her body. And she liked it. He could tell. She was shocked, yes, but most of what he saw in her eyes was excitement. Lust.

Which made him harder than he would have ever thought possible. The thought of taking Imogen to a place where she no longer analyzed every action, where she just felt and did, made him ache with red-hot desire. He was going to do that, give that to her.

“My goodness, you’re bossy,” she said.

“And you didn’t answer the question. Do you understand?” Ty started to move his cock away from her.

She quickly nodded. “Yes, I understand.”

“Then do it.” He moved back into position.

Imogen sucked in a breath and tentatively moved her left hand down. She abruptly stopped herself and switched them. “Wait, you said right.”

Ty bit back a groan. He should have known she would follow him to the letter. “Yes. Good girl.”

Her fingers snaked down between their bodies and she closed her eyes as she found her hot, wet core. Ty watched her accidentally brush against her clit, then linger there for a second, rolling her thumb over the tight button before she redirected, sliding her first two fingers down over her folds, then opening them in a V. Opening herself for him.

Raising his right hand, Ty enclosed it over Imogen’s left hand still above her head against the wall. He gripped her for leverage and for the connection, gave her temple a soft kiss, then thrust himself into her. They both moaned, his loud and raw, hers tapering off into a whimper.

“Damn, you feel good,” he said, resting in place for a second, savoring the snugness of her enclosing him, the way their thighs were pressing together.

Her reply was another soft moan, followed by, “I feel really . . . full in this position.”

“Is that a good thing?” Ty pulled back slowly and thrust back into her, biting back a curse.

“Oh, yes,” she said, nodding, her hair puffing up above her head in a funny little cone that bobbed as she moved her head enthusiastically. “It’s incredibly good. Indescribable. De—”

She stopped speaking when he thrust into her again.

“—lightful,” she finished.