Kincaid smirked. “Yes?”

“Well,” he admitted, “I was seventeen. She looked like you and, you know, did really obscene things with me for money.”

She laughed and rolled her eyes. “And could only be satisfied by one particular man who maybe wore glasses and liked to write stories?”

He traced the edge of her bra, loving the way goose bumps rose on her skin at his touch. “Of course.”

“You know,” she said, her fingers teasing at the button of his jeans. “For future reference, since we have a future now…”

“Yes?”

She gave him a saucy look. “Role-playing kind of does it for me.”

His eyebrow lifted, another electric current of desire moving through him. “Does it now?”

She gave him an innocent little shrug as she undid the button of his jeans. “Have you ever known me to turn down the opportunity to wear a costume?”

He laughed. “Truth. Seeing you in that vampire-slayer costume that one Halloween nearly killed me. All that clingy fabric? I’m still not sure I’ve recovered from that night.”

“Hmm,” she said, pondering. “I bet I still have that one somewhere.”

He groaned as his mind went to all the possibilities. “God, KC. Loving you is going to be so much fun.”

She gave him a pleased look. “You bet it will be, cupcake. Now, get undressed. Too many clothes. Not enough Ash to ogle.”

He grinned and shucked his clothes, heat building hard and fast at the base of his spine, and then stripped her of her bra and panties. The clothes were tossed out of the tent, and then it was just the two of them. Skin to skin. She was so damn beautiful he could barely believe the moment was real, that she was his. He cupped her breast, circling his thumb over the sensitive point, and dragged his erection over the hot, slick part of her. Her moan was the most erotic sound he’d ever heard, and the feel of her against him nearly did him in. “I love it when you call me cupcake.”

She arched her back, a pink flush of heat along her neck, and rocked her hips against him. “I love it when you do that.”

He pulled her knee up and opened her body to him more, dragging his cock over her, angling where he knew it would feel best for her. The sensation of her slippery heat against him was going to melt his brain, but he refused to end this too quickly. He wanted to see his woman come apart in his arms. “I love when you moan like that. I love how much noise you make.”

She writhed beneath him and reached for him. “Ash, please. Need you.”

He grabbed her wrist and pinned it over her head. He wanted to be inside her more than he wanted to draw air, but he wanted her pleasure first, wanted to see her melt. “Not yet, gorgeous.”

“I love it when you boss me in bed,” she said, her voice whisper soft. “Don’t try it anywhere else.”