His unshakable self-confidence was even sexier than his body.

He gripped her ankle, lifted her right leg over his head, and set it down in his lap, so he was seated sideways between her thighs. Reaching over to the bottle on the coffee table, he pumped more lotion into his palm. “I forgot. We’re in the middle of a massage.”

Her mouth dropped open. She wanted sex, not a massage.

Smiling slightly, he ran those big hands up and down her thighs, across her stomach, down again—missing her pussy entirely.

She groaned, and her hips tilted up in demand.

“Really?” A corner of his mouth curved.

His fingers were still slick as he moved from her belly down over her mound—and wasn’t she glad she’d shaved that morning? He slid his fingers up and down the plump outer folds, and the skin began to tingle, reminding her of the strange lotion he’d been using. Slowly, he opened her, exposed her, and slid those lotion-coated heavy fingers right over her throbbing clit.

“Aaaah!” Her hips bucked up, and with one hand over her pelvis, he held her down.

Her legs were kept open with his huge body between them, and he circled a finger around her clit. As the lotion heated the swollen tissues, and her sensitive nub began to tingle, she started to squirm. The feeling was…intense.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

Her gaze was caught by his black eyes, held in the same way he held her hips down.

His fingers never stopped moving. Although his hand was so powerful, his touch was light. Teasingly firmer, then only a brush as he drew all the blood, all her focus to that one spot.

Wait, no, making love should be equal. She ran her hands up and down his arms, over his chest and down.

He slid farther away. “Next time. I want you badly enough that I’ll wait.” He grinned. “It’s a guy thing.”

Without waiting for her answer, he bent down, and his lips closed around her. Between the tingling lotion and his mouth, her whole clit seemed to burst into glorious flames.

She cried out, knew she was making noise, and couldn’t stop.

Chuckling, he ran his jaw over the crease between her thigh and pussy, the goatee a rough scrape on the tender skin, then returned to tormenting her. Flicking licks of his tongue alternated with rough suckling.

“More. More, now.” She shot from aroused to urgently needing to come and grabbed for his hair to pull him closer. To make him do what… Her fingers found only warm skin. No reins.

At her frustrated growl, his head came up. His gaze swept over her and filled with amusement.

If he didn’t touch her, she’d die. And he was amused? “You, you bastardo.”