He dipped his mouth to her ear. “Watching you bid on that painting made me so fucking hard,” he whispered in a ragged voice as he yanked her backside against his hard-on.

A sexy whimper escaped her throat. “I’ll bid on more then. I love turning you on,” she said, sliding her hand between them to rub her palm against his straining erection. The feel of her was extraordinary, but he hadn’t taken her to the private bathroom to let her play with his boner. He gripped her hand and tugged it away, then took her other hand and raised both her arms over her head.

“And you do it exceedingly well. But the answer is no. You took care of me earlier today, and now it’s my turn to have my way with you. You keep your hands to yourself right now, and let mine do the work,” he said, sharply. “Put your arms around my neck.”

She reached behind, threading her hands around his neck, her body molded to his. She was so damn vulnerable in this pose. She was his like this, restrained simply by the position.

“I need you to keep your arms around me the whole time, Casey,” he said, as he lowered his hands to the hem of her dress and yanked it up. “Can you do that?”

“I can,” she said, her voice feathery.

One hand traveled up the soft, smooth skin of her belly, while the other made its way due south, sliding into her lacy panties and meeting her slick heat instantly. He groaned appreciatively. She matched him with a needy, desperate sound. God, this woman loved being touched.

“That’s how I want you to feel with me,” he said, sliding his fingers across that delicious wetness. “This aroused. This hot. This wild.”

“I do. I swear I do,” she said on a sexy pant, leaning her head on his shoulder, her cheek hitting his face. She was a fucking sight—her lush body all curved along his, her neck long and inviting, her hands bound of their own volition behind his head. She was giving him control yet again, turning her pleasure over to him.

Her sensuality was like a gift given freely. No, it was a goddamn treasure, and he intended to treat it that way. He slid his fingers across her slick folds, his lungs burning with desire for her as her body took off under his touch. Instantly, she rocked into him, her hips arching into the source of her pleasure. When he brushed over her swollen clit, she practically shoved herself into his hand.

“Oh, sweetness, you want it badly, don’t you?” he whispered in her ear, yanking her even closer.

“So badly,” she moaned.

“As much as I want it? Can you feel how much I want it?” he said, making absolutely certain she could feel every damn inch of his erection jammed against her back.

“I can feel it. I want it too, Nate,” she said, arching into his hand, hunting for more friction, more speed. He couldn’t resist. He wanted to tease her, but her pussy was too ready, too perfect. The feel of her heat in his hands was some kind of drug. It scrambled his brain.