Skimming her fingertips across his chest so lightly it almost felt like a dream, she wet her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. His cock twitched in anticipation of what she was going to do next. Hell, just watching that mouth of hers might kill him.

Then she undulated her hips, rolling them so her core rubbed against his length and electricity shot straight to his dick. He grabbed her by the hips, holding her to him as she rocked, the friction almost enough but not even close at the same time. Her fingers bit into his shoulders as she leaned down, kissing him, demanding everything, and he was more than willing to give it. Taking his opportunity, he grabbed her hips and flipped her so she was under him.

All he could feel was the softness of Shelby’s lips on his, the sweet curve of her waist where it flared out to meet his and—even with the barrier of his joggers and her yoga pants between them—the slick heat of her pressed against his dick. How their clothing didn’t go up in flames the moment he sank between her thighs and ground against her, he had no clue. Especially not when she moaned into his mouth, her teeth grazing his bottom lip. Oh, somebody liked that. He did it again, this time changing the angle just enough that if he was lucky, he’d stroke the head of his cock against her clit. She arched against him, letting her head fall back into the pillow, and let out a lusty groan that made his balls tingle. Oh yeah, that was the kind of sound he loved hearing from her.

“I could probably come just from hearing you moan like that,” he said, kissing his way down the column of her throat to the sensitive spot at the base.

She rotated her hips, rubbing herself against him. “I need a little more than that.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll be getting it.”

He cupped her breast and dragged his thumb across the stiff peak. Shelby groaned, and he repeated the move again and again until her skin was flush with desire. Then he leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, drawing on it. Her hands were in his hair, digging into his scalp at the back of his head and holding him in place as he teased and tugged on her sensitive flesh.

“Ian, please,” she pleaded.

“Do you want more or less?” he asked, praying that it wasn’t less, because he already knew he wouldn’t be able to get enough of her tonight.

“All of it,” she said, her heady voice strained with desire. “Right now.”