I bit my lip to keep from throwing her over my shoulder and marching her straight to my bed.
“I will give you anything. But I won’t touch you again until you tell me you want it.”
“Touch me,” she said softly. “Your hands. They’re so strong. They feel so good.”
My cock surged in my pants, desperate for attention, but I kept all my focus on her.
She took my hand, running her fingers over the calluses on my palm. Her touch was featherlight, yet it set my skin on fire.
With her fingers circled around my wrist, she guided my hand to her stomach, then slowly inched upward to her breast.
“Yes,” I hissed, taking her mouth again. Our tongues tangled while my hands roamed freely. Cupping and squeezing her perfect breasts over her shirt.
“They’re small,” she said softly.
“Fucking perfect,” I growled into her mouth, my erection straining against her thigh. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I could die here. Just like this. With this sexy, strong woman wrapped around me. And it would be the happiest of endings.
Moaning, she slid her hand down my chest, and when she continued past my belt and stroked my cock over the fabric of my pants, I saw stars.
“Jesus.” She gasped, cupping me. “You could hurt me.”
“I would never hurt you,” I said, both hands on her face.
“I mean hurt in the good way.” She gave me a saucy wink.
Unable to control myself, I dove in for another kiss, then worked my way lower, nipping and sucking at her neck, one of my hands up under her sweatshirt, pulling her sports bra down.
She clutched my wrist and pushed until my hand rested on the waistband of her leggings. Then she shifted closer, rubbing herself against my erection, panting, radiating heat, pulse fluttering against my fingers.
“Fuck,” I breathed out. There was a very real chance I would come in my pants like a teenager tonight. “Can I?”
“Yes.” She dropped her head back. “I need you to touch me everywhere.”
With a groan, I slipped my fingers down beneath her waistband, and when all I found was warm skin, a beast was awoken inside me. “No panties?”
“Nope,” she said, her hands in my hair, her mouth on mine.
Lower and lower, I explored the heat of her, caressing her inner thighs and memorizing the feel of her skin, then focusing on her clit, caressing gently.
“Please.” She gasped and shuddered in my arms.
A thrill shot through me in response. Fuck. I avoided her pussy, knowing she’d be wet and ready but also knowing I was too worked up to do more than make her feel good.
I pulled my hand away, but before I could slip it out of her pants, she let out a feral growl.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
Her tone sent a lightning bolt straight to my cock.
“You’re in charge,” I said against her mouth, finding her clit again, this time with my thumb. “You call the shots. I’ll walk away right now if you want me to.”
“I want.” She gasped, pushing against me. “I don’t want you to stop. I want your fingers inside me.”
“Spread for me,” I commanded.
Quickly, she shifted on the workbench, spreading her legs wide.
