“No.” I shake my head. “It’s not that. Easton, I want this.” I don’t know what tomorrow brings. I don’t know how long I get you. I don’t know if I’ll ever get a night like this again. They’re words I can’t let myself speak, so I just repeat, “I want this.”

I muster all of my courage and pull off my shirt.

He steps back and has such wonder in his eyes as he looks me over that I have to check if maybe my body isn’t how I remember it. All I see are my breasts practically spilling out of my black satin bra—I really need to buy new lingerie—my soft tummy, and the waistband of my jeans digging into my hips.

Easton reaches out with shaking hands, unbuttons my jeans, and drops to his knees as he pulls them down. I step out of the denim and watch him toss it to the side, but he doesn’t stand. He stays on his knees, curving his hands around from the front of my thighs to my hips. He slides rough palms down and up again, and when he sweeps around to cup my ass, my whole body clenches. There’s heat in his eyes as he looks at me, and there’s reverence in his pose.

“You deserve to be worshipped,” he murmurs as if he can read my thoughts. Then his mouth is on me—starting just above my knee and kissing his way up. Mouth and teeth and tongue trail a wet path toward the apex of my thighs and send a blaze of need rushing through me with every centimeter he inches closer to my cotton panties.

I say a silent prayer of thanks that I’m in cute underwear. It’s not a matching set or something super sexy, like I’d have chosen if I knew where this night was going, but I could’ve chosen worse than a black satin bra and purple panties with a black lace trim.

I’m entranced by the sight of his mouth on my skin. He trails his tongue across the crease of my hip, right along the lace trim, following it down inside my thigh. I tremble so hard that I’d probably fall over if he weren’t holding me up with those big hands, like he’s afraid I might run away. He nuzzles me right between my legs, breathing in deep, like he’s trying to smell me, and the sight is so erotic. I don’t know if I’m breathing.

“You’re so wet.” His eyes flick up to mine. “Were you like this in the car? I wanted to touch you right there. I’ve never forgotten how it felt to make you come on my hand.”

Me neither.