Concentrating on pleasing her, he ignored the demands of his sex. His erection was painful, throbbing eagerly. But nothing took precedence over Winnie. Not even his own body.
Slowly, teasing her with gentle touches, he released one snap at a time. Peeling back the lower part of the teddy, he blew softly on neatly trimmed blond curls. Winnie’s back arched, her face damp with exertion. Watching her carefully to gauge her reaction, he slipped two fingers into her moist, swollen passage. Broken whimpers urged him on as he played her with shallow strokes.
The fit was snug, even around his fingers, and just thinking about what it was going to feel like when he took her the first time made him shiver with agonized anticipation. He used his thumb to apply delicate pressure to her clitoris. That was all it took. Winnie climaxed instantly, her body writhing as she sobbed out a choked version of his name.
After a moment, he returned to her side and gathered her into his arms, her face buried in his chest. He felt her thundering heartbeat, inhaled the warm fragrance of her damp skin. Her limbs were lax, her entire body limp and heavy.
Though he needed relief badly, he savored this interlude of peace. He had never felt such an undeniable urge to give and not receive. Pleasing Winnie might almost be enough to satisfy him, had it not been an eternity since he had lain with a woman.
He shook her gently. “How do you feel?”
She rolled to look at him, but he didn’t release her. Her expression was half dazed, half bashful. “I feel incredible. You are amazingly talented at finding a woman’s weaknesses.”
“You bring out the best in me. And besides, it’s not weakness—not at all. It’s power. The utmost power of a woman over a man.” He realized even as he said it that his words were true. Winnie possessed a certain level of control over him, and he hadn’t understood the extent of that until just now. He was pretty sure he didn’t like it.
She scrambled to sit up, scraping her wild hair from her face. “I want to make you feel good. Like you did me. But I’m worried you’ll think I’m clumsy or foolish.”
Again, those echoes of someone else’s voice. He frowned. “Whatever you enjoy doing will make me feel good. Anything.” He tucked his hands behind his head, hoping to convey that the next steps were hers.
She studied his face anxiously. “I want to do for you what you did for me,” she said. “But I’m embarrassed. Do you mind if I turn off the light?”
“I need to see you, Winnie.”
“Please.”
Reluctance gripped him, but he understood her reticence. Perhaps lack of visual cues would even the playing field. He had far more experience. But he had given her carte blanche. “Okay. But when you get up to turn off the lamp, I want you to undress for me.”
He kept his voice even, unemotional. But her face paled before flaming with color. Her lashes dropped to shield her expression. “I will.”
Though he tried his best not to let her see, his entire body was rigid with explosive lust. Tasting her, inhaling the scent of her arousal, had wound him to a fever pitch. And now his little Winnie wanted to play games. God help him. As she left the bed, he turned his head toward the light and saw her reach for the straps of her teddy. Since Larkin had already unfastened the garment between her legs, all Winnie had to do was lift it up and over her head.
She did so slowly, not looking at him. The innocent striptease beat anything he had ever seen advertised in Vegas. When she was completely nude, she froze, and he saw her inhale a deep gulp of air. Though she faced him bravely, she had yet to meet his eyes.