“I’m not gonna come in five seconds,” Liza warned. He kissed her again. She wasn’t sure if it was to shut her up or not, but this time it was more urgent. Good, she needed him to know that it was now or never. But he seemed to mistake the warning tone in her voice for a challenge.

“You want to go all the way? Liza, who told you I was that type of man?” Dorsey bit her collarbone.

“I won’t fake it. And you have fourteen minutes now.”

“Fourteen minutes is an eternity. You’re gonna come in seven.” He peeled her tight jeans from under her hips. They had never come off in such a fluid motion. Her own pants wanted to obey this man. For a minute, he just looked at her. The pads of his fingers touched the scalloped lace of her panties. His knuckles grazed the wet heat at her center. Liza sucked in a breath and clenched her teeth. If he started now, she just might finish. No foreplay, no sweet words, just carnal grinding, squeezing, thrusting, grunting.

“You’re still wet.” He said this almost like an accusation. Like he didn’t think she would cop to being turned on by him more than once.

“Damned sexy shirt,” she joked, raising her hips in impatient insistence.

“Where did you get this scar on your knee?” He pointed his chin toward her knee, then kissed her there.

“Roller skates are deadly instruments and should never be given to kids.”

He kissed her thighs—left thigh, then her right. Those kisses burned right down into the core of her body. “Pull your panties down.”

Liza pulled quickly at the waist of her panties. She wanted him inside her—that was undeniable, but maybe if she didn’t come, it wasn’t sex? If he was lousy, she could just forget about him. Either way, she needed some hard physical data on Dorsey Fitzgerald. Maybe her body could give her clarity, because her heart was all over the place. Her hands shook, but his hand stayed hers at her waist.

“Slowly,” he said.

But Liza didn’t want to go slowly. Urgency burned a hole in her chest. Didn’t he know that in the light of day, too many things separated them? Didn’t he know they’d only work in the dark, and the dark never lasted? “You’re wasting your eleven minutes.” Liza pushed the panties down her legs with her feet.