In moments, they were upstairs. In his room because he’d long dreamed of having her sprawled in his bed. He put her down on top of the black, silk sheets, and she smiled at him. As he watched, her hand went to the front of her shirt—it was definitely hers now, he wanted her to keep it forever—and she slowly undid the buttons. The shirt fell away, revealing her breasts.

He stood near the side of the bed, telling himself over and over again…Don’t pounce. Don’t act desperate. He could have tact. He could have control. He could have restraint.

She dropped the shirt over the side of the bed.

Piper was completely naked. Totally and completely.

He was in such trouble because she was absolutely perfect. Rounded breasts, dusky, tight nipples. Flaring hips.

And she was moving toward him. She put her hands on his shoulders as she rose to her knees and stared at him. “You have on way too many clothes.”

He swallowed. Twice. “I can fix that problem.”

Her smile was pure, wicked temptation. “So can I.” Her hands moved to his shirt front. He thought she’d undo the buttons but Piper grabbed the material and yanked—

Buttons flew.

“Whoops.” She winked at him.

And even with desire nearly swallowing him whole, Eric felt a laugh escape his lips. “God, Piper—”

She put her mouth on his nipple. Licked. Sucked. Her hands slid down to his waist. She jerked open his pants, and his cock sprang toward her. Her fingers closed around him, stroking and pumping from base to tip, and Eric had to squeeze his eyes shut because he was pretty sure he was about to go out of his freaking mind.

She worked her way down, kissing a path along his chest, over his abs, his stomach, then angling lower so that her mouth closed around the tip of his cock—

Holy. Fuck.

So much for staying in control. He actually felt his control rip away. A snarl broke from him as his fingers closed around her shoulders. If her mouth stayed on him much longer, he’d come. He didn’t want to come this way. Well, hell, yes, he did, but he wanted to make sure she reached her orgasm, too, and he hadn’t even started to get her close to her climax.

Her tongue swiped over the head of his erection.

He lost it.

Eric closed his hands around her shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed.

“But I wasn’t finished!”

He couldn’t manage a coherent response to her. He might have growled. Probably snarled some more. Whatever.