He wasn’t planning on it, not when he had her so close that all she could do was lose herself in the feeling of it all. The angle of their position didn’t allow him the luxury of watching her face as she moved higher and higher; instead, he had to judge her reaction by the pitch of her moans and the shiver of her thighs. When her core muscles gripped his fingers in a rhythmic pulse that built with every stroke in and out, her core squeezed his fingers tight as she came, her entire body arching against him. Her moan of pleasure reverberated against his cock, making his balls tug up close to his body. It was exquisite torture, beating any imaginings he’d had.

“Oh my God,” she said, rolling onto her back, her breathing erratic. “That was just what I needed.”

…

Shelby was going to die a happy woman from all of this pleasure. But if she lived? Damn she’d be one lucky woman.

“Glad I could be of service,” he said between long, leisurely kisses.

“Oh, you’re not done.” Her fingertips skated down his body.

“I’m not?”

Her hand wrapped around his hard length. “I have condoms.”

“Hope you have enough of them.” Ian rolled her hard nipple to a stiff peak. “I can’t wait to feel you come all over my cock again and again.”

Keeping her mouth busy exploring the line of his jaw as they lay side by side facing each other, Shelby deliberately stroked her hand up and down his hot length. It turned his words into a desperate groan that had her doing it again—only even slower. What could she say, there was just something about being in control of giving that kind of pleasure that turned her on. Leaning forward, she trailed kisses across his broad chest, dipping down from the top of his pecs to his flat nipples. The temptation to continue her way south made her mouth dry, but that’s not what she wanted. Not right now.

“Get on your back.”

A wry chuckle rumbled from his chest beneath her lips, but he complied. “You’re demanding.”

“And you better stay like that until I get back.” She got up and made a quick trip to the bathroom for a condom from her toiletry bag. When she got back, he was still lounging lazily stroking his cock. “You’re very good at following directions.”

“And what if I want to lead?” he asked, his hooded gaze traveling across her naked body as solid as a touch.

“You have to wait your turn.” Giving him a saucy look, she ripped the foil packet and took out the latex condom.

“Are you always this much of a hard-ass?” The question came out sure and cocky right up until the last two words, which just happened to be when she rolled the condom over his prick with deliberate care.