Moments later, her dress lay in a puddle around her feet along with her bra, a pair of panties, and everything he’d been wearing—one pair of black athletic shorts. They were on the porch, but it was dark, the trees thick, and who cared? He gazed down at her breasts, not touching them, simply looking. With one hand he cupped her shoulder. With the other, he ran the tips of his fingers down her spine and dabbled with her coccyx. She shivered and pressed her cheek to his chest, then turned her lips against his skin only to have him spring back and catch his breath in a long hiss.

“Do not move.”

He broke away and dashed toward the kitchen, giving her an all-too-brief glimpse of a spectacularly tight male butt. It flashed through her mind that he might be retrieving his cell so he could multitask, but he turned off the overhead fixture in the kitchen, leaving only the stove light on, then disappeared into the living area and shut off more lights. Moments later he reappeared. The dim golden light from the kitchen played along his long-muscled body as he came toward her. He was fully erect. When he reached her side, he held up a trio of condoms and said softly, “Consider these a token of my affection.”

“Noted and appreciated,” she replied, just as softly.

He pressed her onto the mattress. She remembered how goal driven he was and realized that Girls Night at the Movies might have raised her expectations for lingering foreplay too high. Sure enough, in much too short a time he rolled above her, his mouth at her breast. She sank her fingers into his hair. “You’re going to rush me, aren’t you?”

“No doubt about it.” He slipped his hand to her belly, already zeroing in on command central.

“I want more kissing.”

“No problem.” He took her nipple between his lips.

She sucked in her breath. “On the mouth.”

He teased the tiny, turgid nub, his breath growing shallow. “Let’s negotiate.”

She dug her fingers into his back, which was already damp from whatever small amount of restraint he might be practicing. Her thighs automatically parted. “I should have expected this.”

He trailed his thumb over the thatch of curly hair at the base of her stomach and played in the fiery threads. “I’ll go too fast for you. That’s a given, and I apologize in advance.” She gave a soft gasp of pleasure when he touched warm, wet flesh. “But it’s been a long time for me, and what might, in reality, only take minutes—”

“If that.” Her toes curled.

“—will seem like years to me.” His voice grew ragged. “So here’s what I’m going to suggest.” She gripped his hips as he played with her. “Let’s accept the fact that I can’t satisfy you the first time. That takes the pressure off both of us.”

She bent her knees and said, in a strangled gasp, “Off you, anyway.”