“Making you moan is special. I like it.” His finger pushed into her aching pussy. Her muscles tightened around it, her jaw fell open and, like he selected the option from a menu, she moaned on cue. “So come on. You were lost in the moment before. What’s so different now?”

This needed to be about adrenaline-driven reactions. No feelings. No emotions. Oh, who’s she kidding? This is perfect, whatever the reason.

Mia lifted one foot and trailed it up the solid muscle of his calf, the scratchy coarse hairs tickling her foot. She widened her stance, allowing him further entry for his erotic assault. Her head rolled against the wall, her cheek turned onto the cool tiles, and she fought the flutter of her eyes. Good God, his fingers did nothing short of the Devil’s dance.

She wanted to answer his questions and meant to explain herself. To say once in bed was fun and uncomplicated. Twice in his arms was too much. But it came out a secretive growl. Wordless and embarrassing.

“That was fucking beautiful.” He slid his finger from her opening, then with two fingers, he repeated the same internal stroke. In and out, over and over again. The pad of his thumb encircled her clit. “Moan for me again.”

He chipped away at her unseen walls, fighting his way into her head.

“I can’t.” She heard the betraying ache as she struggled to speak.

“Liar. I made you scream before. I want to hear it again.”

“Please don’t make me. Please.”

“Why, baby?”

“Cause I’m going to get hurt.”

Dang. It came out before she could stop it. His hand stilled for a heartbeat. No, no. This was why she fought him. He made her more honest than she should be. More than she knew was possible.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Mia.”

“Of course you will. Unintentionally, but hurt just the same.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“I do.”

“Then just relax, and let it all go.”

He raced his thumb against her swollen nub. It was all she could do to keep from grinding on his fingers. The constant push against her tender flesh, still raw from earlier, sensitized every nerve ending. All her senses fired. Including her mind.

With every steam-filled breath, her want multiplied. Mia didn’t remember his arm moving round her to support her. Her legs were open, her bottom resting on his forearm. She leaned back against the tiles. She was so close.