“What’s your safe word, Dena?”

Her mouth was dry when she answered. “Red, Sir.”

“I want to be inside you too badly to do anything too intense, but use your safe word if you feel the need.”

She nodded. Fuck, yes. She wanted him inside her, too.

“Lift your hands above your head and hold on to the bars on the headboard.”

Her hands slipped up and wrapped around the vertical bars on the wooden headboard. The position lifted her chest to him.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he said, leaning over her. With one hand, he cupped her face and then brushed his lips against hers. “Keep your hands there and I’ll fuck you and let you come. Move them once and all you get is my release on your belly.”

She gulped. He meant every word. Her grip on the bars tightened.

He trailed kisses down her body, his hands following behind. Though he wasn’t rough, he wasn’t gentle either. And just like she’d thought months ago, he could do wonderful things with his mouth. Within a matter of seconds, need, desire, and lust pounded throughout her body, and she lifted her hips, craving his touch there.

“Not yet,” he said, thumbs flicking her nipples and giving them the occasional pinch.

She moaned, but dropped her butt back onto the bed.

“Know what I’m doing?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir. You’re trying to drive me fucking insane with the need to have you inside me.”

He laughed, obviously not expecting her answer. “Yes, well, other than that.”

“No. That’s all I have.”

A fingertip ran down her arm, swirling in the crook of her elbow and then traveling down to sweep across her wrist. “I’m learning your body because one night with you isn’t going to be enough. I want to know all I can about you. What places are ticklish? Where do you like it rough? And where can I touch you that will drive you fucking insane with the need to have me inside you?”

His repetition of her words made her whimper. Now, she wanted to say. Take me now.

But he was thorough in his exploration of her body and took his time. He caressed her all over and kissed most of her body. Between his fingers, his mouth, and his tongue, she was a quivering ball of unrequited lust by the time he shifted off her and started removing his clothes.

“What did I tell you in the kitchen would happen if you went with option two?” he asked, slipping out of his shirt and tossing it to the floor.

“That you would fuck me with more than your fingers.”

Please. Please. Please.

He unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down. “You had me in your mouth a few nights ago, and as good as it felt to be there, tonight I’m going to fill another part of you.” He slipped a finger between her legs. “Part your knees and show me how much you want it.”

She didn’t even hesitate before she let her knees fall to either side.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he said, looking over her offered body.

He was beautiful, too. She’d yet to see him naked, and as he stood at the edge of the bed, removing the last of his clothes, she allowed her gaze to travel across his body.

He was exquisitely made, all hewed and lean muscle. She tightened her fingers around the headboard so she wouldn’t be tempted to reach out and touch him. Her gaze drifted lower, and she couldn’t hold back a gasp of appreciation when she spied his erection.

He gave her a sultry half smile that told her he knew exactly what she was thinking and lowered himself onto the bed. He stroked her knee and placed a gentle kiss on it. Dena shivered.

“One day soon I’m going to spend hours doing nothing but kissing every inch of you.” He nipped the skin on the side of her kneecap, and she yelped. “But not today. Today I want you too damn bad.”

She sucked in a breath as his finger made a path from her knee up across her thigh and inched closer and closer to that empty, aching spot.

“Look at this,” he said, skimming her entrance. “How wet you are.” He brought his finger to her mouth. “Clean it.”

She parted her lips and took his finger inside, tasting herself, and she bit the tip of it just because it was there and she could.

“Like it rough?” he asked.

“Is there any other way, Sir?”

He chuckled before lowering his head to hers and taking her lips in a kiss. She’d had her share of first kisses. Most of them were tentative and awkward. Not so with Jeff. The way his mouth claimed hers while his hands explored her body left no doubt he was not giving anything. He was taking.

For a second she despaired that he’d told her to keep her hands still. She’d love to run her fingers through his hair and down his back. But she wanted even more to please him and knew there’d be time for her to learn his body soon enough. So she relaxed into his touch and simply let herself feel.

Jeff seemed to pick up on her surrender because he ended the kiss and rose to his knees to put on a condom. She kept her eyes on his as he stroked the insides of her thighs.

Was he hesitating? Surely not. Please, she almost begged. Instead, she arched her back, thrilled when the movement appeared to break whatever spell he was under. He shifted his hips forward, and her eyes fluttered closed as he pressed inside her.

With a groan, he thrust once and filled her completely, damn near making her eyes roll to the back of her head in pleasure.

“Fuck. Yes,” she said, and then sucked in a breath as he started pumping in and out of her.

“Feels so good,” he panted, flicking first her right nipple and then her left.

“Yes,” she hissed in reply, because everything about him felt good, from his hands on her to the way he moved inside her.

He slowed down, and she nearly whined until he started nibbling on her neck and hit one of her favorite spots. She bucked against him. “More.”

“Mmm, like that spot?” he asked, scraping the area gently with his teeth and sending shock waves of pleasure throughout her body.

“Oh, God. Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to learn all your spots,” he promised, moving his hips faster. “And I’m going to be very thorough.”

She had no doubt of that. “I want to learn your spots, too, Sir.” Or that’s what she meant to say, but he began stroking hard and deep inside her and it came out sounding like, “Want … spot … fuck!”