Sam’s inclination was to look away from her own nudity, but he wasn’t having that.

“Watch us,” he said a little more sternly this time. “Don’t look away.”

Her breasts were too big, at least in her opinion. He said they were perfect, and as he held them and caressed them, she trembled from the need for more.

“Easy,” he whispered, setting off goose bumps on her fevered skin. “Keep looking.” His thumbs brushed over her nipples in a lightning-quick caress that was gone before it started, but it was nearly enough to make her come.

His hand slid down the front of her to unfasten the button on her pants, which were soon around her ankles, along with the panties that matched the bra. “My wife is the sexiest wife in the world.”

That wasn’t true, but he made her believe he thought so, and he was the only one who mattered.

She pressed back against his rock-hard erection, drawing a sharp gasp from him.

He pulled back only long enough to remove his pants and underwear, and then his arms were around her again, one moving to her breast while the other cruised south to caress between her legs. “Mmm,” he said when he encountered the evidence of her desire, “is someone enjoying this?”

“Not at all.”

His laughter transformed his handsome face from sexy to sinfully so. “Liar.”

All he’d need to do was brush against her clit to make her come, but of course he knew that, so he touched her everywhere but there. She was on the verge of begging when he pushed into her from behind, forcing her to lean forward on the vanity.

“Don’t look away.”

He met her gaze in the mirror as he moved in her, driving her crazy one deep stroke at a time. “What do we think of alternative-location sex?”

“We like it, but you already knew that.”

“Doesn’t hurt to be sure.”

Sam prided herself on being the kind of woman who never begged a man for anything, but she was about to start begging when he suddenly tweaked her nipple with one hand and her clit with the other. The orgasm took her completely by surprise, thundering through her with power and heat that made her head spin from the impact.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he said as he moved his hands to her hips to hold her still while he rode her release into his own.

Flat on the vanity, demolished, her mind was clear of all thoughts as her body vibrated with pleasure. He’d achieved his goal—and then some.

“Earth to Sam, come in, Sam.”

“She’s left the building.”

His low rumble of laughter made her smile. She loved his laugh. She loved everything about him, which was funny in and of itself. Usually, she could find something not to like about everyone. But not him. Never him.

“What’s happening in that pretty head of yours?”

“I was just thinking that there’s not a single thing about you I don’t like, and how odd that is because I can almost always find something I dislike about people.”