“I know it wasn’t very sexy, but it’s the fanciest one I own.”

Mike settled over her, tracing kisses from her ear down her neck.

“It was the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen, because it was on you.” He kissed her skin again, then nipped her lightly, smiling when she gasped. “We need to talk about that underwear drawer later. Have you been hiding a lace undie fetish from me all these years?”

She ran her fingers up his spine, tapping as if playing a keyboard. “Just because I wear jeans doesn’t mean I don’t like feeling...” She paused. “I don’t know—girlie?—underneath.”

“Like I said about the nightie, you make anything sexy just by wearing it.”

“Oh, please.” She sounded annoyed, and he lifted his head in surprise. “We don’t need to do that silly banter stuff. This is me, remember? We can be honest.”

Mike shifted, staring straight into her eyes to avoid any doubts about his sincerity. “This isn’t me asking you what your sign is, Zoey. I’m not trying to butter you up. I have always been honest with you, and that doesn’t change just because we’re naked in your bed...” He chuckled. “Never thought I’d be saying those words. But seriously—when I tell you you’re sexy, I mean it. Your brains are sexy. Your strength is sexy. Even your sassy mouth is sexy.” He ran his hand down her side to her hip, watching its progress before looking back into her eyes. “And this body? This body is on-fire sexy. I want to take my time and cover every single fraction of it with touches and kisses, but I also want to be inside you so much it literally hurts.”

She relaxed under him, her eyes softening. “Maybe this is the trouble with the whole friends with benefits concept. Friends talk too much.”

He kissed her softly. “So maybe we should both zip it, huh?”

Her smile deepened. “Exactly. Less talk. More action.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He had all night to slowly explore the wonder of Zoey, but right now he just wanted her. Urgently. He cupped her breasts in his hands and massaged them, pinching the peaks until she was writhing beneath him. He took one rosy tip into his mouth, his heart pounding as she groaned out his name in the sexiest damn voice he’d ever heard.

He didn’t release her, but kept caressing and kissing and nipping until she was trembling in his arms. His free hand found that sweet spot between her legs again, and he worked her harder and faster. She arched her back and gave the tiniest of gasps. It was a gasp of surprise. Of pleasure. She’d just come from nothing more than his fingers and his mouth.

Hottest. Thing. Ever.

“I need to be in you,” he said hoarsely, reaching for the condom.

“Hurry.”