Then she climbed on top of him. “I won.” Piper sat over his hips, the soft fabric of her yoga pants brushing against his groin. Her knees sank into the carpet on either side of his body.

No, baby, I won. Because you are fucking perfect.

Piper leaned forward and rested her hands on his chest. “I should have thanked you back then, but I just thought you were being a controlling asshole.”

Eric winced. “I am a controlling asshole.”

“You’re more than that.” She brushed her lips over his. “Sometimes, I think you’re a white knight.”

Not even close. He was sure Ben didn’t think of him that way.

But she kissed him again. A soft, tender kiss.

“Gonna want a whole lot more than that,” he warned her. Piper had to feel the growing arousal shoving against her. Having her that close was the worst kind of temptation. Or maybe the best. She pretty much just had to freaking breathe for him to get turned on so…

“How much more?” Piper whispered as her head rose, and she stared into his eyes.

“Everything.” An absolute truth.

She smiled at him. She didn’t get that he was dead serious. This wasn’t some game for him. No casual fuck. This was Piper, and he wanted everything.

Would he be able to settle for just pieces of her? The parts that she’d give him? No promise of forever because she was afraid of being hurt?

Her finger rose and lightly traced over his lips. “You look so serious.” Her hand trailed over to caress his jaw, sliding against the stubble there.

He needed her to understand… “I’ve hurt you in the past, but I will never hurt you again. You can trust me.”

“I do trust you.” She sat straight up again, pushing the crotch of her yoga pants down against him with a little wiggle. As he watched, she lifted off her shirt and tossed it to the side. She wore a sexy, white bra, one that did this cute little crisscross thing in the front. But she unhooked it fast, and he didn’t get to admire the lacy bra for long.

He was too busy admiring her gorgeous breasts. Her nipples were tight, and they thrust toward him. He started to drool. A bit.

“The clothes need to go,” Piper murmured, and then she was pushing up his shirt. Her fingers—cool and soft—were roving over his abs. His chest.

And his cock just got harder.

She smiled at him.

Her words echoed through his head again. I do trust you. “How…long?”

“I need the first one to be fast,” she murmured. “Because I really want you—”