Susanne held her breath, expecting her to take her hand and guide it to where she wanted her to touch. That would be even hotter than hearing her say it.

In a move that was strangely shy and bold all at the same time, Anja slid her hand between them and gently cupped Susanne between her thighs, where she was already wet with need.

A jolt of raw desire blazed through her, and her hips instinctively arched to meet Anja’s touch. She choked back a curse and struggled for control.

“There,” Anja murmured, her eyes hooded. She left her palm where it was, cradling Susanne intimately. “I want you there.”

Susanne gritted her teeth. “Then you’d better take your hand away, or I won’t be able to move a muscle in about thirty seconds.”

“Really?” Anja moved her fingers experimentally.

Susanne sucked in a breath, her mind already hazy with pleasure, nearly unable to think or form words. “Yes, really.”

“Thirty seconds?” Anja repeated, her tone half teasing, half full of wonder.

Susanne shifted into her touch without conscious thought. “Twenty-five.”

Anja’s pupils were so wide her brown eyes nearly looked black. “Let’s see if we can make it fifteen when I do this.” She stroked the pad of her finger across Susanne’s clit.

“Oh God!” Susanne’s eyes slammed shut, and bright points of pleasure flared behind her lids. She closed her fingers around Anja’s wrist, caught between needing to draw her hand away and wanting to press it more firmly against herself. She forced her heavy eyes open. “Not this time, Anja. I don’t want just fifteen seconds. I want—” Forever. She pushed the sappy thought away. “I want to savor this. Savor every centimeter of you. Make you feel me everywhere.”

Anja groaned. “Yes. I want that too. And we will take our time—later. But first, I want to see you lose control.” She swirled her fingers through Susanne’s wetness again.

A shudder of need rippled through Susanne, and she let out a long groan, her breathing ragged. “I will if you keep this up. Oh hell. I didn’t think you’d be so…so…God!”

Anja stopped moving her fingers and looked into her eyes. “Is it okay?”

“Okay?” Susanne let out a shaky laugh. “It’s hot as…” Then Anja moved her fingers again, and she lost her train of thought.

“Good.” Anja urged her to roll over, and to her own surprise, Susanne eagerly settled on her back with Anja on top.

“Thank you,” Anja breathed against her lips, as if sensing that Susanne normally wasn’t so at ease handing over control. She held herself up on one elbow and planted openmouthed kisses on every bit of skin she could reach.