“But you do?” she persisted. She drew the letters of her name on his chest with her tongue. Licking him like a cat. Tasting his skin. All that hot male skin. Her mouth found his flat nipples, sucking gently, feeling the muscles of his belly bunch, and she explored each with her tongue, outlining them.

“I do, Siena, but you don’t have to take it that far.” He bunched her hair in his hand, forming a tight fist around it, pulling her head up so he could look at her. “I’ll be happy with whatever you give me.”

She smiled at him and rubbed her breasts along his chest, needing the contact with all that delicious heat. The burn inside had turned to a pounding pressure, hot and beginning to spiral out of control.

His hand tightened until she felt a bite of pain, and her gaze jumped back to his. “I’ve got to tell you this, so you know what I like, baby. Right now, I’m giving you this play because you need it and I’m yours, but in bed, when I say enough, I want your mouth or I want a position, anything at all, I get it. That’s my way.”

She felt the laughter bubble up from some place deep inside. She didn’t smile, but she held his eyes. “That’s your way?”

He nodded. Serious—very serious—which made her want to laugh all the more.

“Another thing: when I want you, I don’t care where the hell we are, I get you.”

She rubbed her palm along his flat belly, but she stayed where she was because he wasn’t through. “Anything else?”

“Just laying it out there for you, baby.”

“I have a little newsflash for you, Elijah, that maybe you aren’t aware of, being all macho and scary dangerous.”

He heard the laughter in her voice and that liquid silver darkened even more, sending another thrill of excitement down her spine. She was teasing a leopard and she knew it. She liked doing it, and she was going to be doing it a lot. Just to put that look on his face. Just to feel the thrill of danger. The bite of pain in her scalp when his hold on her hair tightened.

“Your newsflash?” He used a tone. An ominous one. His gaze narrowed.

“You like control all the time, honey, not just when it comes to sex, and you’re not all that good at hiding it, if that was your intention.” She did laugh then. She couldn’t help it. He might be sweet when it suited him, but his sweet included him getting his way. She would have been blind not to see that trait in him.

“Woman, now you need to get that mouth of yours working somewhere important,” he ordered, sounding irritated. “Before you get yourself in trouble.”