Reese sat up without taking his eyes off Sophie. The house could have been on fire, the walls crumbling around him, and he still wouldn’t have looked away. Hell, he didn’t even want to blink for fear she’d disappear from view.

Her luminous skin glowed in the dim candlelight, and her hair hung in thick golden waves around her shoulders. She was everything he’d known she’d be—passionate, daring, trusting. Now, as she sat beside him, she was eyeing his body with naked appreciation—and asking to see more of him.

“I’m not wearing anything under this sheet,” he warned.

“I’m not deterred in the slightest,” she said with a sultry smile. She probably wasn’t aware that she licked her kiss-swollen lips, but the sight made him even harder than he already was.

“You can see as much of me as you want, Soph. Nothing is off-limits.” He waved a hand at the sheet covering his lower half in an unspoken invitation, then let his arms drop to his sides.

The corners of her mouth curled into another smile as she moved closer and boldly smoothed her hands over his chest. A bit more tentative, she pressed her lips to his shoulder, nipping it lightly. But then her mouth, perfectly wet and warm, drifted lower. She tasted his skin and murmured her approval. Her hands roamed down his sides and low across his abdomen, making his cock twitch in anticipation.

At last, she reached for the sheet and slowly pulled it off him, tossing it to the end of the bed without a second glance. All her attention was focused on his hard length, and she stared with a mix of wonder and curiosity. “May I touch you?” she asked.

“Nothing is off-limits,” he repeated—but he did worry that one touch from her would make him lose control. So he fisted the sheets and braced himself. For the most exquisite form of torture imaginable.

She placed a hand on his thigh at first, then slid it up his shaft and over the head. He shuddered with pleasure and restraint.

Her forehead creased. “Have I hurt you?”

Shooting her a wry smile, he said, “You could never hurt me.”

She leaned into him, nuzzling his neck and sliding her palm over his abdomen. “Show me how to touch you,” she said. “Show me what pleases you.”

“That’s easy, Soph. Everything you do pleases me.”

“You know what I mean,” she said, impatient.

He did know and was more than happy to show her.

Before long, she was kissing the crook of his neck and eagerly taking him in her hand, stroking with just the right rhythm, just the right amount of pressure to drive him wild. His ears began to buzz and fireworks flashed behind his eyelids. His breathing turned ragged and his muscles tensed. “Sophie,” he gasped, reaching for her hand. “Wait.”