“Oh, I plan to.” Eyes on his, she popped the button and deliberately slid his zipper down. “Still good?”

He swallowed hard, wondering at what point she’d gotten the upper hand. Then realized she’d always had it, and he was totally okay with that. “Yes,” he hissed because her hand had slid under his briefs, her fingers closing around him.

Her gaze dropped to her hand, then shot back up to his face, stunned desire apparent. “Oh my God. Diesel. I . . .” Her words trailed away as she returned her focus to her hand, sliding it up and down while her other hand tugged at his trousers and briefs, yanking them down.

His head fell back as she worked him, his grunts and moans the only sounds in the room. They weren’t the prettiest sounds, but he’d lost the power of speech.

Until something warm and a little rough stroked over him and his head snapped forward. She was bowed over him, her tongue licking daintily. But her eyes were on his again. She stuck her tongue out for him to see.

“No cuts. But no more than this without protection.”

He wanted to protest because he wanted to feel her mouth surround him, hot and wet, her lips forming a tight seal as she sucked, because he was almost there. He wanted to remind her of the science—that her levels were undetectable and that he was on Truvada, the combination reducing any risk to nearly none.

But nearly wasn’t going to be enough for her. Not right now, at least.

He took a step back, hands fisted at his sides, needing a moment to breathe. To steel himself against begging for more of her mouth on his dick. To control himself because he was one tiny stroke from coming and he wanted this to last longer.

After a few deep breaths, he realized that he was completely naked while she still wore all her clothes. That he could change.

He gripped her hands in one of his, gently moving them behind her back. “Hands off for a minute or two,” he said gruffly. “You make me lose my mind.”

A slow smile spread from her lips to her eyes. “Thank you.”

He had to chuckle at her expression of sheer satisfaction. “You’re welcome.” He took the hem of her sweater and gave it a caress. It was almost as soft as she was. And the color matched her blue eye perfectly. “I like this.”

Her smile turned shy. “I picked it out this morning hoping you would.”

“I’ll like it better off.” Gently he pulled the sweater over her head, intending to place it on his dresser, but then he saw the bra she wore and was speechless once again. The sweater ended up on the floor, somewhere near his shirt.