The lamp on his bedside table was on, the golden glow enough to see everything, but giving a soft, yes, almost romantic light to the room.

She started to pull the towel back over her, and he chuckled. “I’ve already seen it, sweetheart, and I’m going to see a lot more of it. There’s no sense in covering up now.”

“You just got a glimpse,” she teased. She only had half of the towel in place. She was hot and tingly from head to toe, and she actually wanted to toss it aside and reach for him. She wantedhimwrapped around her.

“Trust me, I memorized the sight very quickly.”

She looked up at him. His gaze was hot and she felt every single inch where it touched her. She let the towel fall away.

He paused with his hand over his zipper and just stared.

“Hey, keep going,” she protested. His upper body was making her itchy. She wanted her hands and mouth oneverythingshe could see. But she definitely wanted to see more.

“Give me a second. This is even better than I imagined.”

“You’ve imagined this? Me?” she asked.

He kicked off his shoes and shoved his jeans to the floor, kicking them away as well. He crawled up the mattress until he was braced over her. “Do not try to convince me you’re surprised. There’s been heat between us from the very first minute I laid eyes on you.”

She couldn’t deny it. “I know. But I shouldn’t be attracted to you. You’re not my type.”

“You don’t get into guys who want to worship you from head to toe?”

“Hmmm…” She really liked how that sounded. “Define worship.” She shifted her legs against the duvet.

He looked down, his hot gaze raking over her body. “Putting my lips, tongue, teeth, hands, and cock on and in every single spot on your body will make you whimper, moan, cry my name, and come apart.”

She swallowed and reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Never mind. You aretotallymy type.”

“Thought so,” he growled just before he sealed his mouth over hers.

Her hands slid over his shoulders and down his sides. He was hot and hard everywhere. She loved feeling the contours of each muscle, the heat from his skin, the energy that seemed to vibrate through him as she stroked her hands over him.

She traced the pads of her fingers down the bumps of his abs until she hooked her thumbs in the top of the elastic waistband of his boxers and took them down. Once his cock was uncovered, she pulled her lips away so she could look down.

He was impressive. Everything she’d imagined. Hard, long, thick. When she glanced back at his face, he seemed completely unabashed at her study.

“You’ve got thirty seconds to touch me wherever and however you want to. But then it’s gonna be my turn, and you’re gonna just take whatever I give you, with no sassing, no negotiating, no question about who’s in charge,” he told her, his voice gruff.

A thrill shot through her. “I just have to take it, huh?” she asked.

“Yep,” he said simply. “Tick tock, City Girl.”

She ran her hands over his hard, ridged abdomen, then around to the firm ass that she’d ogled more than she’d like to admit. She gave him a squeeze before sliding to the front and wrapping one hand around his cock. He groaned and held himself still, letting her explore as he’d promised.

“You really only want me doing this for a few seconds?” she asked, as she stroked up and down his length.

“I only want you believing you’re not totally mine for another few seconds.”

His voice was gruff, and it sounded as if he was having a hard time keeping it even. That, along with those words, made her breath catch.

Still, shehadto say, “I don’t think you’ll be able to convince me that you don’t want me touching you,” because she couldn’t resist sassing him just one more time before he “made her take it”. She shivered with a tingle that went head to toe. She also tightened her grip as she stroked him again.

“Oh, I want you touching me,” he said. “But I’m gonna convince you that no matter what you think you want, I can give you so much more if you just trust me.”

She stopped and stared up at him.

Those words seemed to have so much more meaning behind them.