mom would keep her secrets, and that was enough family involvement for now.
He’d stopped by the fireplace and stood looking down at her, his brown eyes heating as she slowly stripped off her T-shirt. She pointed at the couch.
“Sit.”
He did what she asked and leaned his head back so that he could still look at her. He made a gesture with his hand. “Keep going.”
She was proud of her body—she’d worked hard for it—and the thought of stripping for him was totally turning her on. She shimmied out of her white jeans and strolled over toward him. He licked his lips as if he was already anticipating tasting her. His breath hitched as she straddled him, her lace-covered breasts just grazing his chest.
“May I touch?” he asked hoarsely.
“Not yet.” She eased one button of his shirt free. “Is this new?”
“Yeah, Ayla gave me a couple of shirts to wear at the press thing when I arrived. She said this one made my eyes look good, but I liked the green one better.” He paused as she started on the second button. “Do you think she wants it back?”
Silver concealed a smile as she nuzzled his throat. He smelled like sunshine and leather. “No, I don’t think it would fit her. It’s all yours.”
She slowly pulled the shirt aside to reveal his chest and abs and sighed. “I’d forgotten how great you look.” She leaned in and kissed his ribs. “Did your ribs heal okay?”
“Apparently.” He breathed out hard as she bit his nipple. “Are you sure I can’t touch you?”
She undid his cuffs and pulled the back of his shirt free from his jeans before taking it completely off. His jeans sat low on his hips and she could see the beginning of his Adonis lines disappearing below his belt. She hummed low in her throat and pressed her breasts against his chest, capturing his mouth in a searing, needy kiss.
He groaned her name, one of his hands coming down to touch her hair before he pulled it back. “You’re killing me, here.”
“You deserve everything you get, Mr. Sex God,” she reminded him severely as she figured out how to undo the silver buckle on his belt and slip the leather free. Her fingers brushed against the hard bulge in his jeans and he instinctively rocked his hips. She took her time unzipping his jeans to reveal black, cotton boxers that were straining to contain his growing shaft.
She pushed him down onto his back and licked a slow trail from his now-hard nipples, over his hips, and down to her ultimate goal. If this was going to be the last time she made love with him, she was going to savor every second. He was watching her through half-closed eyes, his hands clenched into fists with his effort not to touch her or take over. She licked the wet patch on his boxers and used her teeth to pull down the fabric.
Suddenly anxious, she looked up at him. “Am I doing this right?”
His smile was desperate. “If you do it any more right, I’ll come right now.”
“Oh, don’t do that. I’ve got a lot planned for you.”
His laugh broke off as she sucked the crown into her mouth, remembering the taste of him, the scent of the outdoors that hadn’t left him even in the heart of the city. She took more, gripping his hip as he tried not to surge forward and allowed her to take him at her own pace and in her own time.
She hummed her appreciation, and he buried his hand in her hair, his fingers flexing with each pull of her lips as she brought him closer and closer to completion. His hand tightened on her scalp.
“You don’t have to—”
She wasn’t listening. She’d already decided to have it all and no one was going to stop her. He surged forward and that was it; he came hard, and she took everything he gave her, only easing away when he finally went still.
“Are you okay?” Silver asked, studying his bemused face. “Did I do it right?”
“You—” He sat up so suddenly that she almost shrieked and rolled her onto her back. “You are going to pay for that.”
She smiled sweetly at him as he took off his jeans and boxers and crouched naked over her. Her smile faltered as he cupped her between the legs.
“You’re wet for me.”
“Well, duh.”
He bent down to kiss her, sharing his taste, giving her so much more. “I’m going to go