She met his gaze, her pulse quivering. ‘Do you mean like this?’ Reaching up, she touched his face lightly.
‘Yes, like that.’
He didn’t move a muscle, but something flickered in his eyes like a flame, and she felt an answering flutter of heat low in her stomach. Impossible to ignore.
Now she touched his chest. His skin was warm and damp, and she could feel his heart beating through her fingertips. ‘And like this?’
He nodded.
She hesitated, and then her hand moved from his chest to his groin. She felt his sudden stillness, heard his sharp intake of breath like the backdraught in a burning building. ‘And what about this? Do you like that?’
He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned into her, lifting her face to his, and kissed her—kissed her until she couldn’t speak or think or breathe, opening her mouth to his, giving her his answer. Her belly clenched, tight and hot and aching, as he rolled her under his body, and everything she wanted in the world was there with him.