The smirk on his lips was 100 percent male smug satisfaction.

“You know how hot you are, don’t you? You like that you make me all stuttery and silly and breathless.”

He tugged the tie at her waist and the robe fell open.

“I like that you want what I have to give you.”

Heat flashed through her at his words.

She shimmied enough to let the robe drop, leaving her as naked as he was. “Now, I’ve had this thing in mind all day. Can you help me out?”

“Mmm, you have trouble written all over you. I need a lot of whatever you’re about to lay on me.”

She slid a hand over his abdominal muscles, enjoying the heat of his skin, the soft caress of hair as she brushed from his belly button to his nipples, playing with the barbells there.

“Did this hurt?” she asked, before leaning close to drag her teeth across first one nipple and then the other.

He rumbled and she smiled against his skin. By that point he knew she loved it when he made the sound. Sometimes she knew he made it just to tease her, which was hotter than hot. But right then he felt it right down to his toes.

“The piercings?” His voice had gone desire-rough.

She hummed her yes.

“Yes. For a moment and then it’s something else. Your body reacts to the pain and releases all that pleasure to counteract. It’s how I feel after an hour or two in a tattoo chair. High on body chemicals and pain.”

She kissed up his neck. He may have made his own wheatgrass shots and lived a life outdoors and full of physical labor these days, but Ezra did love the rush, the head change.

He put a palm on her chest, between her breasts. “Didn’t you feel it when you got ink?”

She nodded. “Parts of it. The drone of the tattoo machine. The vibration of it. It’s hypnotic. Sometimes when I meditate and it’s very deep and I achieve this sort of total peace. It’s a warm wave of pleasure. There are parts of getting a tattoo that are like that. Other parts hurt and you just have to endure it until they move away from that spot.”

She dragged her nails down his belly and he sucked in a breath.

“You had a thing on your mind you needed my help with?”

She dropped to her knees and looked up his body with a smile.

“I can definitely help you with this thing.”

Grabbing him at the root, she angled him to lick across the head and then around the crown.

He locked his knees and his thigh muscles bulged against her palm where she braced herself for balance. She moaned and he groaned, which made her do it again.

She licked and took him a little deeper each time she pulled back and started again. Over and over.

Tuesday loved this. Loved being all about giving pleasure to her partner. Loved, too, being on display in a sense, being seen and thought of as beautiful and sexy.

This man made her feel like a goddess. That there was no one like her. She took him as deep as she could.

His fingertips dug into her shoulders.

“Fuck yes,” he snarled, and this driving desire to please him, to make him feel good filled her.

All her attention focused on him, on the feel of him against her tongue, on the sound of his breath getting more and more ragged the closer she dragged him to orgasm.

With her free hand, she cupped his sac before drawing her nails lightly against all that sensitive skin.

He wrenched himself away. “Wait.”

“What? No. Get back here.”

The expression on his face made her laugh. She couldn’t help it. Like he’d never actually experienced any sass before.

Then he looked her over and sent a shiver through her. “Look at you.” He sucked in a breath, shaking his head, a smirk on his lips. “On your knees. Naked. Your mouth is all swollen from sucking my cock. Your nipples are hard and dark. I’ve done a lot of shitty things in my life—I’m not sure where you came from or what nice thing I must have done when I wasn’t paying attention. Even if you do talk back.”

He held out a hand. “There is nothing like being in you when I come. Your mouth is fantastic, but I want to be buried deep in your pussy.”

Not much to argue with in that statement. She took his hand and he hauled her to her feet, dancing her back to the bed until she fell to the mattress.

“I wish you could see how sexy you look right now. Your hair spread around your head. Raven-winged curls. Curvy, like the rest of you. You’re valleys and peaks.” He drew a fingertip over one nipple until she arched into his touch. “You’re all velvety smooth skin and toned muscles. You carry so much power in you, beauty.”

If he kept that up, she’d orgasm before he even touched her.

Then he dropped to his knees, sliding hers wide to admit him as he kissed up her thigh.

He parted her to his mouth, to his attention, which was nearly as hot as that thing he did with the tip of his tongue and his top lip.

She shuddered as pleasure bounced through her, lighting nerve endings, heating, softening. He made her soft in so many ways, but this—with his mouth like a prayer on her skin, with his hands, so strong, holding her in place—this made her feel supremely female. Soft where he was hard and yet strong, always. She could be that with him like this where there was only raw honesty.

Ezra touched her like a man who knew her intimately, and delighted in everything he encountered. That sort of attention could be near adoration, even when he was sexing her up so relentlessly she was about two minutes away from coming really hard.

She dug her heels into the bed, arching as he increased his pace, licking against her harder and faster.