I sat up halfway, wrapping a hand around her neck and pulling her down to me. She leaned over me on her elbows, running a hand through my hair and tugging, kissing me again, rocking her pelvis, moving against me greedily.

“James.” I lifted my hips against her, and she let out a breathy whimper. “Is this working for you?”

Her cheeks were pink, eyes glassy as she looked at me. “Maybe.”

Man, if only I had the stamina to keep going. I bet I could get her off. But at this rate, we would both be finished before we got all the way undressed. Maybe next time, after I got this out of my system.

“Is that a yes to you being on top?” I asked.

Bailey froze. “You want me to be on top?”

“Oh yeah.” I bit back a grin. “If you want to.”

The idea of her riding me was one of the hottest things I could imagine, but I wouldn’t push. If she was self-conscious about it, I probably didn’t want to know why, because it would likely make me even more homicidal toward Morrison.

“Kind of…” Her brow wrinkled.

Yep, I knew what was happening here. I pulled us both upright, placing a hand against her back so that our bodies were pressed against each other.

“James.” Resting my forehead against hers, I tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Look at me.”

She gazed back at me, eyes soft and lips parted. Her breath was a little shallow, either from being turned on or nerves. Maybe both. I rubbed my palms up and down her arms, squeezing gently.

“Everything you do feels good to me when we’re together,” I said. “Don’t worry. Like, ever. I just want you.”

I mean, for fuck’s sake. It was virtually impossible for a guy to not get off during sex. It was simple. Get her off first, then switch gears at the end if necessary. It wasn’t fucking rocket science.

“Okay,” she said hesitantly, looking away. Then her eyes snapped back up to mine. “But can you stay sitting up a little like this? So I can reach you better? And kiss you?”

“Of course.” I shifted, rearranging the pillows behind me and sitting up against the headboard. “Better?”

Bailey gave me a small, sweet smile. “Yeah.”

She crawled off me and slid her little black panties down her legs. Then she kneeled beside me, kissing me and tugging at the waistband of my boxer briefs as I pulled them off and tossed them aside.

“Condom?” I reached over to her nightstand.

Her brows drew together, and then her eyes widened. “I don’t have any. Luke and I didn’t…” Rosy pink crept across her cheeks. “I mean, we used them. I didn’t trust him enough to go without. He never really came over here, though.”

“That’s okay. We don’t have to—”