This man had some magic fucking fingers that made me glad my feet were nowhere in the vicinity of my pussy, because if they had been, I'd have come about five times by now. He knew every single pressure point and made damn good use of them. I heard myself moan a couple of times, I won't lie; I couldn't help it.

My eyes were closed, but he knew I was still awake.

"So, you're a moaner, are you?"

I opened an eye to look at him.

God, he was so gorgeous when he was intense like that—which was nearly all the time. He hadn't even asked the question in...