“Hands up here, sweetheart.” He put her hands back on the headboard, trying not to smile as she whimpered.

“You’re a controlling, bossy…person,” she muttered, obviously having thought better of the nastier word like bastard or asshole.

“Yes, I am.” And wasn’t it nice that she enjoyed that side of his nature. “Why? Did you want to be in charge?”

Her mouth dropped open. “Uh…no.”

He hadn’t thought so.

He dipped his fingers to graze the top of her swollen clit. “If you want more, your legs need to be wider apart.”

Her low whine made him harder than a rock. Her legs spread.

“Very nice.” Rising, he stripped off his jeans. From his nightstand drawer, he popped a mint lozenge in his mouth. Just for fun.

The quilt was cool under his knees as he settled between her legs and took a long appreciative look. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

The surprise, then delight in her face hurt his heart. If she didn’t disappear out of his life, he’d do his damndest to tell her often.

Because everything about her was lovely. Tiny freckles dotted the top of her breasts, shoulders, and arms. Her upper arms and shoulders had firmed up from carrying bar trays. Her high breasts had pink nipples that were peaked and rosy from his fondling. Her waist curved in then out to lush hips. He really liked the sweet roundness of her tummy.

The golden curls covering her pussy were damp with her arousal—and yeah, he wanted a taste before they got down to serious fucking.

She moved a hand from the headboard. “I want to touch you, too.” Her gray eyes were stormy with the appeal.

Perhaps she wasn’t comfortable with receiving and not giving? Yes, that would be like her. “All right. But hands and tongue only. No mouth.”

Because he wanted this to last a lot longer than if that talented mouth started teasing his dick.

“Um…got it.”

“Turn over onto your side.”

When she was arranged on her right side, he lay down, facing her in a sixty-nine position, moving until his face was at her pussy, and her face was near his groin. He blew a puff of air and felt her shiver. Yeah, this would be fun...

When her warm fingers stroked down his shaft, he almost groaned. Fun and a pure test of his control.

So that he could use his hands, he positioned her left leg over him, knee pointing toward the ceiling, and her foot flat on the bed behind his head. Nice and open.

Resting his head on her soft inner thigh, he licked over her clit.

Her thigh muscles tensed, bouncing his head, and making him grin.

Her hot tongue ran over his erection, making it jump in turn, and she wiggled nearer. When her mouth closed around him, he almost laughed.