“Never like this.” He came down on top of her, settling into the V of her legs and pinning her hands over her head.

“No more,” she said in a tone that barely convinced her, and judging from the grin that lit up his face, he wasn’t convinced either. “I mean it.”

“Okay.” His lips moved on her neck as his big body kept her pinned to the mattress, surrounding her with his strength, the musky scent of sex and salt water and his obvious desire for her that pulsed against her belly.

“Turn over,” she said.

“Don’t want to.”

“My turn to be in charge.”

“I thought we were done.”

“Are you saying no?”

“Definitely not.” He released her hands and did as she asked, flopping onto his back, knees raised and arms curled above his head.

Jenny licked her lips as she eyed the sexy man laid out before her. She could touch him and kiss him anywhere she wanted to, which filled her with a sense of her own power, especially when his eyes heated with obvious desire. His erection lengthened, stretching to above his navel. Being the devil that he was, he let his legs fall open, almost daring her to put her focus where he wanted it most.

Recalling the way he’d tortured her, she ran her hands up the insides of his legs, taking her time and making him wait for what he wanted, the same way she’d had to. She let her hair drag over his erection, making him groan as he lifted his hips.

“Patience,” she said mockingly.

He barked out a laugh. “Ain’t got none.”

“Get some.”

The more he tried to control her, the longer she made him wait. Despite the recent swim, he broke out in a sweat when she dragged her breasts over his chest and groin.

“Motherfucker,” he whispered fiercely, making her smile. He did have a way with a swear word.

“My mother would wash your mouth out with soap if she heard you talking that way,” Jenny said in a prim, scolding tone.

“My mother tried to wash the dirty words out of my mouth, but they haven’t invented a soap strong enough.” He slid his hands into her hair, pressing on the back of her head to tell her what he wanted. “I want to wash your mouth out with something other than soap.”

“Oh my God, you’re so fresh!”

His laughter made his abs quiver, which caught her attention.

She licked and nibbled his eight-pack until his laughter morphed into a groan and the pressure of his fingers in her hair became almost painful. That was when she decided to have mercy on him and ran her tongue over the rigid length of his arousal.

He released a sharp gasp that became yet another groan. “Jenny.”

She lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Yes?”

“For Christ’s sake, don’t stop.”