Her hands roved down his body, slowing to stroke more gently when she reached his erection. She loved this part of him. The gorgeously smooth skin, the way it filled her hand. The way his desire translated so honestly through it that she could see how much he wanted her. All that time when she’d been yearning for him, wanting more and afraid to take it, she’d been certain that was the one part of LJ that would always scare her. But there was no part of him that didn’t love her, and that made fear impossible.

LJ slipped his hands under the back of her shirt. “I want to feel you against me,” he whispered. “I don’t think anybody’s going to come in here, but I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”

“I want you.” It was the most truth she could pack into three words, because love could be a knife that never stopped twisting, but she’d chosen him over her father because she didn’t just love him. She was going to do something about it.

He undressed her.

She relaxed more with every layer gone, with every time his hands came back to her skin. This was exactly what he’d been doing since the day their eyes had first met. Stripping away her reserve, her fear, and her doubts with every one of his smiles and winks and laughs. She melted into his hands and knew that for all the years of her life, this was the place she’d been heading toward.

His breath came out on a groan that sounded like her name, and she inhaled the scent of leather and horses that surrounded them, perfectly at ease.

Andra curled her hips against him, pleasuring herself even as she enjoyed him lengthening for her, his desire rising to meet hers. She slipped a hand between them and wrapped her fingers around the thick base of him, loving the way his head fell back on a quiet moan. She braced a knee on the couch and lifted herself up until the swollen head of his cock was poised right at her entrance, teasing the hollowness inside her that squeezed and begged, waiting for him.

“Slow down,” LJ gasped, cupping the back of her neck. His biceps bunched and trembled, belying his words when he said, “We don’t have to rush. I don’t want to risk setting off an attack, okay? You listen to my voice and take it as slow and easy as you need, sweetheart.” His dick flexed, sending a trill of pleasure bolting up inside of her.

She sank down, her scalp tingling at how smoothly they came together, because she knew how much it turned him on to make her wet. She took two inches of him, the stretch of his cock a beautiful kind of pain. Four inches.