Blake groaned. His jaw jutted out as he crushed his cock against Elle’s body. Could she feel how hard she was making him just by standing here and letting him finger her?

And God, was she wet. And not shower-damp wet… she was the lube-slick wet of want, her body ready — fucking eager — for him.

It took a monumental effort for him to not just grab her, drag her to the bed, and tug down those sweats. To expose her to him, so he could slide into her and have her moaning his name.

If she was the kind of woman that did that of course — not everyone was big on screaming out their lover’s name.

But he’d been serious about the foreplay. About the experience. He didn’t know if he’d ever see Elle again. If she’d ever again open up to him and bare her most sacred sanctums to his exploratory touch.

He’d have to make the most of it. Have to make her want this again. And too soon for logic. Make her want him too overwhelming for reason to override it. He wanted her to need him. Because then she’d come back.

He should have said something charming to break the tension wrapping its tight fingers around them. But, instead, he just kissed her.

Elle moaned against his mouth. She moved her hips forward, trying to urge his finger deeper inside her. But he drew it out instead, ran his fingertips over her pussy, and made sure to kiss her until she was breathless and incapable of resisting him.

Sliding a hand under her sweater, he gripped her breast, making her nipple go hard between his fingers. She arched her back so that her breast filled his hand. It was large, large enough that he wanted to use both hands to cup it. But that would mean leaving that nest of warmth between her legs, and he was loathe to do that just yet.

“Thing is,” Blake said, breaking off their kiss and moving his mouth to her ear. “I haven’t quite decided where I want to fuck you yet.”

Elle shivered, moaned again, and tried bucking her hips forward. He squeezed her, demanding her to be still. She obeyed — a trifle hesitantly — and gazed up at him with wide, expectant blue eyes.

“There’s the bed, of course…” Blake glanced at it, then back at her.

She stared at the bed, her lips slowly parting. Blake slid two fingers inside her pussy, slowly forcing them in as deep as they could go. Watching her face. Watching as her eyes flickered and her lips twitched.

“I could fuck you all sorts of ways on there.”

“Yes,” came her murmured response. “There.”

“You’re sure?” He brought his thumb up, pressing it to her clit.

Elle shuddered deeply. Her hands untangled from his hair, slid down his chest, and began tugging at his belt. He released her breast and grabbed her wrists in a hand. Drew them up, held them over her head against the wall. Slid a third finger in to join the other two.

She groaned, her body dipping down as if her legs weren’t capable of supporting her. Her legs clamped closed around his hand, as if she was trying to urge his fingers deeper inside her.

“Not the couch? Bent over the kitchen counter? The floor?”

Each additional suggestion drew a new shiver from her. But she shook her head at each, her eyes flaring open at the last.

“The floor?” Her voice was breathlessly indignant.

Blake cocked his head. “Could be fun.”

“The floor?” This time, with a narrowing of her eyes.

“Okay, not the floor. But the couch is definitely—”

“The bed,” Elle said, voice more forceful than he’d heard it before. “Now.” And then, as if realizing how petulant she sounded, she added, “Please.”

“So polite,” Blake murmured. “Hmmm… but I’m not sure, Elle. You’re so wet. So ready for me—”

Elle moaned as he thrust his fingers hard into her, his thumb applying more pressure to her clit.

“I could have you right here. Against the wall.”

Her eyes flew open. Her body went rigid, as if just the thought of him fucking her against the wall had nearly sent her over the edge.

That thought almost made him do it. Blake slid his fingers free and had her sweats tugged down around her ass before he could stop himself. Elle spread her legs for him, for all the world as if expecting him to slap out his cock and shove it in her.

He watched her again for a moment, considering. But no. He wasn’t done with her yet.

Not that she had to know that.

“Mmm.” He tugged down the sweats to her knees, staring down at her. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, her sex small and compact — nothing more than a slit that disappeared into the darkness between her legs. “Would you look at that?”

Elle squirmed then, and tried to draw her knees closed. Blake slid his legs between hers, shimmying his feet apart and forcing her legs even wider.

“Blake—” her voice was almost panicked.

He tightened the grip around her wrists, pressing her hands into the wall above her. Forcing his eyes up, away from that tantalizing triangle of honey-blond curls, he kissed her again.

That, at least, seemed to quell her protests.