She wasn’t through. She loved what she was doing. She loved how it made her feel to bring that look to his face. She loved that she could give him so much pleasure. He took care of her, saw to her every need, and she was determined to do the same. He needed it. He needed to know that to her, he was worth every second she spent bringing him pleasure.

He reached down and caught her beneath her arms and hauled her up his body with his enormous strength. Before she could protest, he rolled her, her back to his front and then rolled both of them, so she ended up belly down in the bed, his body covering hers. He sank back on his calves, caught her hips and yanked her to her knees, one hand sliding up her back to settle between her shoulder blades. He pushed her head to the mattress, holding her still with one hand.

Excitement flared. She secretly loved the growls rumbling from his chest and the way his eyes turned from molten mercury to quicksilver. She loved the feel of his hands, so hard, fingers gripping, digging into her.

“You kept that up, mi vida, I would have finished in your mouth.” Now his voice was a growl too.

Siena was glad her face was pressed into the mattress because there was no way she could have hidden her smile from him. She wouldn’t have minded. He thought he was still protecting her, but she was so far past that now. He’d handed her confidence, and she wasn’t going to ever go back to being uncertain. He’d given her too much of himself for her not to realize what she meant to him.

One hand transferred to the nape of her neck, holding her in the position he wanted. The other moved over her bottom, rubbing gently. He traced the indentations in the small of the back, slid over the curves of her firm cheeks to the junction between her thighs.

Siena shivered. His fingers moved to her inner thighs, stroking little circles just beneath her pulsing sex.

“Spread your knees for me, baby,” he ordered softly. “As wide as you can.”

She liked that too. She complied immediately, spreading her thighs as wide as possible. His fingers never stopped dancing along her skin. Everywhere he touched, he left behind flames. His caresses were so light that at first she barely felt them, but then they began to sear right through her skin to her core. Her sheath wept for him. Grew hotter. Tension coiled tighter. She pushed back, seeking more.

His hand went away and her breath left her body in a long rush.

“Elijah,” she wailed.

“Behave,” he ordered. “You had your fun. I get mine.”