He raised a hand to her face, softly brushing the backs of his fingers against her cheek. “You didn’t need to learn to let go. You didn’t need to figure out how to give up control. You’re perfect the way you are, and I love what you did to me in the dressing room. Giving up control isn’t what makes for great sex. At least, that’s not what does it for me.”

Casey swallowed dryly. A swarm of butterflies flew in her chest. Things were changing with Nate, and she hardly understood what was happening, only how it felt inside her heart. Wild and free. “What does it for you?”

He locked eyes with her, and her insides flipped, a spark of desire swooping from head to toe. “What turns me on are two people who have to have each other. That’s what makes for great sex—when you need to be as close to a person as you possibly can. It’s about wild, sweat–slicked, hot desire and your pulse pounding in your ear. It’s about heat and need and want, and fucking in stairwells, and screwing standing up, and clawing off clothes to get at each other. It’s about kissing her while you make love to her, and fucking her senseless at the same damn time.”

Her skin sizzled. Her heart tried to fight its way out of her rib cage. Her fingers ached to touch him. The way he gazed at her made her feel as if all those words were meant for her. Maybe he was talking in general terms, or maybe he was talking about her. Her throat was dry, but she pushed past it. “Tonight? I have a request for tonight.”

“Anything.” His voice was raw.

“I want you to make me crazy. Drive me wild. I want to feel that abandon I’ve only felt with you. I want to be so wound up with desire that I practically beg for it,” she said, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. He licked his lips, and blew out a long stream of air. “Would you do that for me?”

“Don’t you know by now? I’d do anything for you.”

“Then on that note, I need you to let me slip away from you to shower,” she said playfully, and he lifted his hands and she slid away. She grabbed her clothes for her meeting along with her makeup, then she rooted around in her bag for her toiletries, hunting for her Alba Botanica shampoo, but the search was fruitless. She cursed. “Crap. I did it again. I forgot my favorite shampoo.”

She headed into the bathroom and reached for the hotel shampoo on the vanity. It was a good brand. She really couldn’t complain about Aveda, even though it wasn’t her favorite. His hand wrapped around her wrist, and he gently removed the Aveda bottles, and turned her around. Her eyes widened and she grinned like a fool to see him brandishing two small bottles of Alba Botanica. They were in a Ziploc bag and he dangled them from his fingers high above her head.