"Why?"
"Because a true strawberry blond is such a unique color. It complements your beautiful face so well and gives it an extra glow."
"You say the sweetest things sometimes, Ronin."
"The other reason I like your hair down is that I've fantasized about having these silken tresses wrapped around my fist as I'm fucking you."
A curl of need unfurled in her belly.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"I like everything you do to me." Amery pressed her palms against his pectorals and rubbed the heels of her hands against his nipples. "But that brings up a point I wanted to talk to you about."
He said nothing. Some of the warmth bled from his eyes.
"Thursday night was amazing." She raised her chin a notch. "You've been stingy on giving me equal time in touching you. So if you're staying with me tonight? I demand full access to your body. I expect you'll let me touch and kiss and play with it as much as I want."
Ronin placed his hand on the side of her face, letting his thumb trace the lower curve of her lip. "Demanding something that intimate from me when you've got a pretty red blush heating your cheeks is enough to make a man lose his head entirely."
"But not you."
"Don't get me wrong. I want your hands on me." His gaze dropped to her lips. "I've imagined my cock buried in your mouth many times. Dreamed of your hair teasing my skin as you're jacking me off. So, beautiful, you can drag me to your bed right now and do what you will with me."
"Really?"
"With one exception."
His thumb made those gentle sweeps on the inside of her lip, and her blood heated as she remembered him stroking her pussy the exact same way.
"I direct how you use this mouth when you blow me."
Amery didn't bristle. In fact, his demand for control took the pressure off her. She wouldn't have to worry if she was doing a good job, because truth was, her experience in that area was pretty slim. "Okay."
"You humble me." Ronin kissed her. "Is everything locked downstairs? Because once we're in your bed we're not leaving until morning."
"All locked, including the door between my office and my loft to keep Chaz out."
"Good." He let his mouth drift over her ear and whispered, "Take me to your bed, Amery."
She threaded their fingers together and led him to her bedroom. No nerves, she sternly told herself. No holding back either. She'd touch and taste to her heart's content.
Normally she'd only leave on one lamp for softer light, but tonight she flipped on the overhead track lighting. She wanted to see every inch of him.
Before she could command him to start stripping, he said, "You look gorgeous in this dress. I believe it's my privilege to take it off." He tugged at the sash tied in the back; then he unzipped her. The sound seemed so loud in the expectant silence between them. The material slipped down her arms, clearing her breasts and hips before the dress pooled on the floor.
His fingertip followed the waistband of her poppy-colored panties. Goose bumps broke out across her skin when he traced the back band of her bra. "Pretty."
"I like my bra and panties to match."
His breath teased her ear. "I was talking about your skin."
"Oh." Amery stepped out of the full skirt at her feet and bent over to pick it up. She draped the dress over the ladder-back chair and faced him.
When she started to remove her bra, he shook his head. "Leave your sexy lingerie on for a bit." He swept the back of his knuckles down the swell of her scant cleavage. "It'll serve as a barrier to keep me from fucking you blind." That intense black gaze locked on hers. "For a little while anyway."
She gestured to his dark brown polo. "Off."
Ronin yanked it over his head and threw it on the floor.
"Pants."
He pushed the tan-and-brown-flecked linen trousers down his legs and draped them over the back of the chair.
A pair of light tan boxer briefs was the last barrier. She didn't even have to say off; he did it automatically.
What an absolute feast this man's body was. Hard, sinewy muscles covered with tawny skin. He wasn't bulky, which didn't mean he wasn't completely ripped. His pectorals? Incredible. His six-pack abs were completely lickable. As was his cock, jutting up from a closely trimmed thatch of black hair. She motioned for him to turn around.
Ronin raised both eyebrows but followed her instructions.
The rear side was just as yummy. Powerful shoulders and defined back musculature that tapered into slim hips. Oh. And then there was that perfectly round butt. The hair on his thighs and calves was much lighter than on his head-not that he had an abundance of it on his legs.