Pulling back on my hair to disengage our lips, he looks at me with dark eyes. “But just to let you off the hook, I’m not f**king that sweet ass tonight.”

A rush of breath escapes my lips and I can’t tell if I’m disappointed or relieved, but probably a mixture of both. “You’re not?”

He shakes his head with a grin. “No, you’re too nervous and I’m thinking a few drinks beforehand will help loosen you up. Besides… while I very much love ordering you to submit to me, I think in this instance… I want you begging for it.”

Oh, God. I’m ready to beg now I think.

Licking my lips, I rotate my h*ps against his erection and ask, “Then what do you want to do tonight?”

Keeping one hand firmly gripped behind my neck, his other slides between my legs. He sinks his middle finger deep into me and uses his thumb to press down on my clit. My body bucks against the touch, and a groan tears free of my lips. God, he’s gotten so good at this.

“I think,” he says thoughtfully as his eyes go down to watch the way his hand is working me, “I want you on top. We haven’t done that yet, and I took great interest in what you just said.”

What did I say? I wish I knew because my head is spinning over the sensations he’s creating in my body right now.

“You want me on top?” I gasp as his thumb circles me a little rougher, and my body starts to seize up.

“I want you in control,” he growls. Those five words, which just transferred all of his power over to me, throw me over the edge. An orgasm rips through me and I practically shriek out my release, uncaring if anyone hears me. A half sob pours out of my mouth, and my h*ps gyrate on his hand as I milk every tremor and throbbing pulse out of my cl**ax.

When my body settles slightly and my vision clears, I look down to see Zach gazing at me with lustful reverence. “So f**king sexy.”

I stare back at him, mute. I can’t think of sufficient words that would convey what this means to me. But he doesn’t give me a chance and still proves that he’s not relinquishing total control.

“Get on my cock, Moira. Ride me,” he orders.

Yes, he just commanded me to do something, and yes, I’m going to obey him. But from this moment forward, at least for this night, I’m going to be in the driver’s seat. I’m going to be the one calling the shots.

Placing both of my hands on his chest, I push backward so I’m sitting straight up. Zach’s eyes flick to my br**sts and he starts to reach a hand out toward them.

“Uh-uh,” I softly chide him, and lightly swat him away. “Put your hands behind your head. You seem to enjoy that position.”

Zach’s lips curve upward in an amused smile, and his eyes glitter with excitement. For a man that is absolutely used to dominating a woman and being in total control, he looks like he’s bound and determined to enjoy this. He tucks both of his hands behind his head but tilts his pelvis upward insistently to spur me onward.

I lean my body forward and bring my lips to his. I kiss him lightly and sweetly, just for a brief moment. Just until his mouth opens underneath of mine. Then I bite his lower lip and tug on it, causing him to groan and pump his h*ps upward.

Releasing my hold on him, I lick at him to alleviate the sting, and then trail my lips over his chin and down his throat. He angles his head backward to give me better access, and I enjoy the abrading scratch of his stubble against my skin.

Zach isn’t usually one for words when we’re having sex, so I’m surprised when he murmurs, “I love the feel of your lips on me. You’re the only woman who has ever kissed me.”

My heart turns over and I almost falter in my path, but then my desire to pleasure him ratchets up and I lightly suck on his neck, just above his collarbone, before I give him a little stinging bite.

Zach hisses through his teeth and one of his hands pops free to cup the back of my head. I lick at his skin and merely reach a hand up to lace through his fingers, pulling him away. “Keep your hands behind your head. No touching.”

He groans in frustration but obeys me, and I find the power of this to be heady stuff. Even though I had a tremendous orgasm just a few minutes ago, I already find myself tightening back up with voracious desire.

My lips blaze across him, down his chest, to where I love on his ni**les with my tongue and my teeth. Zach mutters a curse and his body tenses as I scoot myself backward so I can lick and kiss at his ribs and stomach. I dip my tongue into his belly button and swirl it around, then move a bit further down so I can pay some attention to his hipbone.

I place my open mouth on his skin there, my br**sts swaying. When they brush lightly against his cock, I feel a little bit of the pr**cum wet my skin, and the knowledge that he’s weeping for me causes me to suck hard against his flesh. Zach’s h*ps buck, and he mutters, “Holy mother of God, Moira. Will you just f**k me already?”

I can’t help the giggle that comes out of my mouth, and I give him one more soft kiss before I lift my head up. He’s staring down his body at me with such piercing intensity that I can feel a flood of moisture escape from between my legs.

Moving forward a bit, I raise up on my knees so I’m hovering over his cock. Reaching down with one hand, I wrap my fingers around the length of satin-covered steel and swirl my thumb around the top. Lowering myself just a bit, I bring the tip of his shaft to my pu**y, where I rub it back and forth through my slick folds, and I can’t help but let out a soft moan over how good he feels against me. I bet if I continued to do this for just a few minutes, I could make myself come.