“Take off my jeans,” I told her.

I was past having any sort of tact. I wouldn’t say please. I wasn’t fuckin’ asking. I wondered for a second if she was going to bitch at me, but the minute she registered what I’d said, her eyes dilated, and she was tearing at my jeans. She got the button and zipper down, and I tried to raise my hips, but searing pain sliced through my abs, and I dropped them back to the bed. She was looking at me like she wasn’t sure about what we were doing. I looked like a fuckin’ mess. Like a finger painting of a seriously fucked-up kid with blacks and purples and blues covering my front.

“Dragon, this is a bad idea. Look at you. You can barely move. I really don’t see this going well—”

I cut her off. If she didn’t get on my dick soon, I was going to go fuckin’ nuts. “You’re doin’ all the work, baby. Take. Off. My. Jeans. I’m not waiting another fuckin’ minute to be inside you.”

She moved her lips to the side, not biting her lip, but sort of distorting her mouth. “Okay,” she whispered, and I could see she was shaking.

She wasn’t scared. I’d seen her scared expression too many times since she’d been back, and this wasn’t it. She was as impatient as I was. So impatient, she was shaking. Fuck. Me.

I got my hands underneath myself and pushed back up, my abs and chest screaming. The minute I stood in front of her, she reached down and pushed my pants to the floor. She ended up kneeling at my feet, and she pulled the jeans away. She sat there for a second and then swept her eyes from my feet to my face, pausing for a second at my dick. The minute I met her eyes, I knew what she wanted. I remembered this. Brenna wasn’t aggressive. I knew it from the first time I kissed her when she whimpered and moaned until I kissed her how she needed it. Now, she was kneeling at my feet, and I knew what she wanted. Shit, I hoped I wouldn’t fuckin’ pass out and topple both of us to the floor. I reached out and ran my fingers through her hair a couple of times. I fuckin’ loved her hair. On my third way through, I grasped it tightly and pulled her up and forward. The minute I did, she started making the noises that haunted me for five fuckin’ years. I wasn’t sure how long I was going to last.

“Open,” I growled and she moved her eyes back to my dick.

She reached up and wrapped her hands around the backs of my thighs, so they were brushing the undersides of my ass. God, her hands were soft. When my dick was almost touching her chin, she tilted her head down just a fraction and took me in completely until I could feel the back of her throat. I held her there until she looked back up at me.

“That’s right, baby,” I told her as I slid out and back in, brushing my thumb across her cheek, my eyes never leaving hers. “Take me deep, Brenna. Swallow.” Fuck, that felt good.

Her throat muscles massaged the end of my dick. I kept talking to her. Told her what to do and moved her head for her. The more I talked, the larger her pupils grew until they were almost covering the green in her eyes. She was fidgeting and squirming on the floor, and her nails were digging into the backs of my thighs. She was really whimpering now and growling deep in her throat. I wasn’t sure how much more I could fuckin’ take, and I was pretty sure she needed some relief.

I pulled her head away from me and pushed her hair out of her face where it’d fallen since I let go. She was so fuckin’ sexy with her hair all wild, wearing nothing but a little pair of panties, her lips all red and swollen, and her eyes dazed.

“Come on, baby.”

I ignored the pain in my chest as I pulled her up until she stood in front of me. She was breathing really hard and searching my face like she was confused.

“Not coming in your mouth, Brenna. I’m coming when you’re riding my dick with that sweet little pussy. Been waiting a long time.”

Her breath stuttered, and I knew I had her. Looked like I just needed to keep talking. If she changed her mind at this point, I might kill someone. My dick was so fuckin’ hard that it felt like it was going to burst through the skin.

“Get up on the bed, Brenna.”

I crawled up the bed behind her and lay down flat on my back about a foot from the headboard with my head on a pillow. “Come here, baby,” I called to her, and she gently moved up the bed until she was kneeling next to my hip.

“I’m not sure where to touch you,” she whispered with a smile. “This is not at all how I imagined this.”

“You not getting what you need?” I asked her, irritated. Fuck, I just got the shit beat out of me for her, and she was complaining. She’d been quiet this whole time, and when she decided to speak, she irritated the shit outta me.

“Baby, that’s not what I mean,” she whispered. “I want to touch you. I’m just afraid I’m going to hurt you, that’s all.”

She was looking down at her knees on the bed, and I knew it was another one of those times when I needed to actually tell her what to do. She was waiting on me. My irritation vanished.

“Climb on,” I rasped at her.

My voice was doing all sorts of fucked-up shit tonight. No other woman had ever gotten to me like this one did. When she started to climb over my thighs, I shook my head at her.

“Up here, Brenna. Put your knees outside my shoulders.”

She blushed, and it was cute as hell. Who knew a woman her age could still blush at shit I told her to do in bed? Once she was above my face, her blush had moved all the way down to cover her collarbone. She’d braced one hand against the headboard and the other was covering most of her face in embarrassment.