He slid one finger inside her, and Ronnie’s eyes closed.

“No, baby. I want you to look at me. I need to know if I’m hurting you.”

Oh Lord. The man is good!

Slowly, shyly, Ronnie opened her eyes.

“Good girl. Now tell me if this hurts.” His index finger slowly pumped inside her, going in only so much like there was a hymen actually left to break. Normally this wouldn’t do much for her, but the way Shaw watched her and made her watch him, while still keeping their little game going, had her arching into his hand. “You like that?”

She gave a shy nod and fought her desire to tackle the man onto his back and take him by force.

“How about this?” His middle finger joined his index, still moving slowly and carefully inside her. “Does that feel good?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” He settled himself comfortably on the couch, his head still resting in the palm of his hand.

The entire room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and his fingers stroking inside her, all that wetness making squishy sounds that might have embarrassed a lesser female.

“Now I’m going to try something else, Ronnie Lee. You might get a little scared at first, but what you’re feeling is completely normal. Okay?”

She nodded and grabbed hold of his shoulders when his thumb brushed against her clit. Her legs moved restlessly over his couch and her breathing turned into hard pants.

“That’s right, baby. Just go with it.” Shaw watched her with wild eyes, like he couldn’t wait to see her come. Merely the out-of-control high school quarterback triumphant over making the uptight math wiz come all over his hand? Nah. Ronnie knew better. Shaw simply liked to get women off. A rare and mighty attractive trait in a male.

His thumb pushed hard against her clit and moved in circles. Ronnie couldn’t hold back anymore. Her body bowed, her head thrown back, glasses flying across the room. She vaguely heard them slide across his hardwood floor, then she came. The power of it exploding through her, her fingers digging into Shaw’s shoulders as she rode his hand.

By the time she floated back to the here and now, Shaw had his clothes off and a condom on, probably from the box he’d picked up earlier at a little drugstore.

She knew he really liked her skirt when he still didn’t take it off—merely lifted it out of the way—while settling between her thighs.

“You ready for me, Ronnie Lee?” he demanded between deep kisses.

Ronnie could only nod. She didn’t want to say anything stupid. Like “marry me.” She didn’t want to fall for this guy, but how could she not? Sure, he was great in bed, but hell, so were a lot of guys. No, Brendon Shaw was a full-fledged, honest-to-God sweetheart with a wicked sense of humor.

And he liked her. Hedidn’t just lust for her, he liked her. She could tell. She’d known enough men to know when they only wanted a woman for sex and when they liked her.

And she liked him. A lot.

His hands gripped her hips, raising them a bit. “It’ll hurt a little at first,” he whispered in her ear. “But then I promise it’ll get better.”

She grinned, loving the fact he was still rolling with the game.

“Will it be like what just happened?” she panted, loving the feel of his cock sliding inside her.

“Better, baby,” he groaned desperately in her ear. “Christ, so much better.”

“Brendon Shaw, you do not know how to share.”

Brendon looked up from the glass of cold milk he’d just dunked his Oreo cookie into. “Hello? Male lion. Duh.”

After more than an hour on his couch, they’d somehow ended up stomach-down on his living room floor with a hell of a lot of junk food. But apparently they both favored the chocolate cookies with the creamy center. Too bad for Ronnie there was only one bag.

Determined, Ronnie reached for another cookie and Brendon pulled the bag back, closer to his body. Ronnie snarled and Brendon roared back.

Her eyes narrowed. “You roared at me?”

“And I’ll do it again if you can’t keep your paws off my Oreos.”

She moved fast, he’d definitely give her that, landing on his back before he could even blink. Couldn’t say he really minded, though. With both of them being naked, it felt really nice to have her wiggling around back there.

“Give me that cookie!”

“Get your own, scavenger.”

Ronnie gasped in outrage and gripped his earlobe with her teeth while her hand reached out and made a wild grab for his cookie.

“Get those fangs off me, woman.”

“Start sharing,” she demanded between teeth firmly clenched on his ear.

“I don’t share.” She bit down harder at his statement. “Ow! Okay. Okay! You can have a little nibble.”

“I want the whole cookie, cat.” She released his ear and reached over, snatching it out of his hand.

He flipped onto his back, grabbing hold of her hips before she could wiggle away from him. Realizing he had her, she shoved the entire cookie into her mouth and grinned around it.

“I can’t believe you stole my cookie.”

She chewed a bit and stuck her tongue out, showing crumbled, spit-covered cookie and cream.

“Oh, very nice.”

“Come on, Shaw. Kiss me.”

“No way.” He turned his face away and she landed a crumb-covered kiss on his cheek.

She swallowed and sighed in pleasure. “That was the best cookie I ever had.”