"Well, the original plan had been to let you be fully in control," Hyacinthe said, his teeth claiming her ear. "Let you decide what comes next and set the pace. Part of showing you everything is letting you choose what to do with me."

He gently pushed her over backwards, settling his weight over her, his length pressed right over where she was damp--and his rich laugh said he'd noticed that she was, even through her jeans. "But I think I underestimated how difficult you make it to keep my hands to myself, Xan. To say nothing of the rest of me." He kissed his way down her throat, delivering up the same delicious torment she'd been heaping on him. "Mayhaps I can try again, later, hmm?"