He shifted on the bed so that he lay flat, accepting.

I crawled—prowled, really—on my hands and knees between his legs. The tense arousal on his face made me feel sensual, powerful. There was a certain power to my role, that I could incite this man to lust. He pulled down his boxers, and, with his hands in my hair, slipped my mouth over his cock. That’d been the shortest power trip ever.

Down and up, he directed me. Steadily, inexorably forcing more of his smooth, hard skin into me. My focus narrowed to my senses, what I could see or taste or feel. Every time I lost my way, he brought me back with his fingers at my neck, a soft grunt or a tensing of his thighs beneath my hands.

It wasn’t about sucking cock. This was Colin guiding, and me yielding. Colin giving, and me receiving. Or was it the other way around? It didn’t matter, so long as it never ended. There was a certain urgency about him, more than a man wanting to come, and I answered it by taking him deeper.

Even as my jaw tired and my eyes watered, I felt his pleasure like it was my own. His labored breathing, his fingers tightening in my hair, the small thrust of his hips—I wanted it all. My fingers fumbled, wrapping around him, stroking him below, fondling delicate skin.

Suddenly he surged up. Next thing I knew I was on my back, knees bent, and Colin deep inside me.

I gasped, belated.

“Fuck,” he said.

He wrenched back, then fished a condom out of the nightstand. A few seconds respite and then he thrust back inside me. He was too deep to move. Too deep to breathe.

“Colin.” Pleas had never worked, but he stilled.

With his nostrils flaring and a light sheen of sweat on his face, Colin looked savage. “Hurt you?”

“No, I…”

He rocked against me slightly, straining. “You what?”

I want you. Don’t leave me. “Fuck me.”

He did.

And then I feel asleep, enfolded in thick arms, feeling like Alice falling down the rabbit hole.

Chapter Twelve

Sunlight beamed directly into my closed eyes, but how? Cheap vinyl blinds provided little relief, but my window backed up directly to the next apartment building. Besides which, it was coated in decades of goop.

My nose tickled. I took a deep breath and smelled—a man. Shit.

I snapped my eyes open. Chest hair. A familiar face. Ah, Colin. Safe. I shut my eyes again, fully intending to employ a fake-it-till-you-make-it approach to sleep.

The brightness pricked behind my eyelids. I peeked one eye open and glared at the big bay window with no curtains. This house needed a woman’s touch.

The night rushed back to me like the pop of a balloon. Well, damn. Looked like that was my job now.