She caught her breath, heat pooling between her legs even though she wasn’t sure what he meant. She wanted every kind of road, as long as he was offering it to her in that voice. “Low road.” Whatever that was, it sounded dirtier, and for the first time in years, Andra thought she might like dirty.

“We southern boys are great fans of the low road.” LJ flicked his button open and slid down his zipper. Maybe the high road was over the pants, and the low road was under. She hoped so.

Through the opening in his jeans peeked blue boxer briefs: tight for riding, cheap cotton worn thin over the bulge beneath that made all his jokes about size seem like maybe not jokes at all. His thumb smoothed its way out of her palm and over her knuckles as he eased both their hands into his pants. His hand supported hers, warm and undemanding even as he dropped his head back and groaned.

“Love that low road.”

She giggled breathlessly, her fingers relaxing enough to curl around him. His cock flexed and hardened into her grip, and she realized she was still breathing—no attack in sight. She laughed again.

“Not the response I was going for there, sweetheart,” he rasped.

She didn’t respond to his joke, because she couldn’t unglue her eyes from the thick ridge beneath her hand. She inched upward, feeling the line that marked the head of his cock through the cotton. He sucked in a breath and let go of her hand, giving her all the freedom she wanted to explore on her own.

“Can I?”

He nodded quickly, and she dipped past the elastic of his boxers, the heat of his erection searing against her hand. The skin was so much silkier than the rest of his body, and her heart fisted. She’d forgotten that: how penises felt.

Andra shoved the breath out of her lungs and reached for LJ with her free hand, his side hard and comforting. His cock jumped eagerly in her hand, and she closed her thumb around it, happy that he liked the contact as much as she did. His hips curled, rocking himself a little bit deeper into her fist as a matching thrill of arousal rose in her. He wrapped his arms over her shoulders as his cheek came down to rest against her temple. Stray hairs tickled her cheek, stirred by his fast breathing. A subtle tension radiated out from his body despite his relaxed stance.

“Feels good,” he murmured.