He didn’t. He kept nuzzling her belly button, slowly bunching up her shirt until he could stick his tongue in her belly ring, then pressed a kiss to the curve of the abdomen she could never get quite flat, making her squirm.

He looked up. “What?”

“Maybe you could concentrate on a more flattering spot.”

“Are you kidding me?” He palmed her belly, his fingers just barely dipping beneath the elastic of the boxers. “I love this spot. It’s one of my favorites.” He pushed her shirt up further, exposing her breasts, which hardened just because he looked at them. “Here are two of my other favorites.” Leaning forward, he put his mouth on one nipple and his fingers on the other, tugging lightly.

She felt her eyes roll back. Then her T-shirt vanished over her head and sailed across the room. Joe kissed his way over to her other breast, his fingers hooking into the elastic banding of her boxers. “I do have a couple of other favorite spots,” he murmured, and tugged. “Want to guess where?”

Her body was both humming and throbbing. She couldn’t talk. She was halfway to orgasmic bliss from nothing more than his mouth and fingers stripping her naked.

“Mmmm,” he murmured, dipping his fingers between her thighs. She was already wet. “Here’s one.”

She managed to pull at his shirt. “Lose this.”

For a guy who was handicapped, he stripped down to his birthday suit so fast she got dizzy. Suddenly she was grateful for the bright slats of light because she loved looking at his amazing body. In fact, she could almost just look and be happy.

Almost.

She pushed him back on the bed and sat on him, bending low to brush kisses over his chest. With a groan, he tunneled his fingers into her hair and pulled her head to his for a long, hot, wet kiss that had her panting for more. Then in one fluid movement he rolled, tucking her beneath him. “There,” he said, and slid his hands up her arms, linking their fingers on either side of her head. “Now you won’t be able to rush me.”

“Rush you?”

“You have a tendency to race for the big bang.” He kissed her shoulder, her throat.

“I like the big bang.”

“You’ll get it.” He bit her jaw lightly. “Eventually.”

He wasn’t kidding. It took him forever. First he skimmed his hands over her, then replaced his fingers with his tongue, by which time she was writhing, begging, panting. He pulled her over the top of him, gripped her hips, and thrust into her with one stroke.

He held her like no other ever had, and when it was over, when she’d collapsed on his chest, gasping for air, sated and replete, he gathered her close and pressed his lips to her damp temple. They lay there for a long, relaxed moment.