Only when the subtle roll of her hips subsided and the insistent pressure from her hands at the back of his head eased did he lift his head.

A soft smile tilted her lips, her features softened and relaxed. Her voice was like a steamy summer night—warm, sultry and dark. “Okay, maybe I was wrong.”

The urge to unleash everything and let the beast free flayed him. Prodded him for action even as the hunter cautioned and reminded him of the ultimate prize. “Is that so?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

He gently nipped the inside of one thigh. “What about?”

She opened her eyes, the weight of her eyelids that of a woman sated, yet eager for more. Wrapping her legs around his back, she pressed her heels beneath his shoulder blades and guided him upward. “Slow has its benefits.”

“Indeed.” He eased himself over her, taking time to rebuild her desire and keep his own in check with kisses and teasing caresses up the line of her belly. “Just wait until you see the benefits of what I have planned next.”

“Yeah?” Her touch along his ribs and the sinuous stroke of her legs against his calves and thighs was a heady combination, but the brush of his cock against her sex was the ultimate temptation. A siren’s most erotic weapon luring him to a place where thoughts and plans had no bearing. She stroked both hands up his torso and whispered against his lips. “Me first.”

The sharp press of her palms against his pecs was unexpected. The strength behind the action even more so, the drunken haze and feral need he’d kept at bay too long leaving him off centered and unbalanced. He found himself on his back with Cassie kneeling between his legs and her head poised just above his cock in seconds.

She stroked from his knees toward his hips and smiled at him, delighted wickedness shining behind her eyes. With an excruciatingly tender touch, she coiled her fingers around the base of him. “Let’s see...” She kept her gaze locked to his and leaned closer, her warm breath and the barely-there tickle of her lips along his shaft ripping all the air from his lungs. “I’m supposed to take my time, right?” She licked the tip and his cock jerked. “Drag things out as long as possible?”

The beast inside him roared and demanded he take control. To palm the back of her head and guide her kiss-swollen mouth down the length of him. Or better yet, throw her to her back and ram himself inside her.

But that wouldn’t earn her trust. Wouldn’t foster the playful and sexy confidence demonstrated now, and he found he liked that side of her very, very much.

He folded his hands behind his head, cocked his knees and widened them. “By all means, malyshka. Take whatever time you need. Far be it from me to deny you any pleasure.”

She chuckled at that, the smug pleasure of a woman all too aware of her feminine impact on a vulnerable man written all over her face. “Trust me. I won’t be the only one feeling pleasure.”