Page 74 of Let the Light Shine Through

“Seven? What the fuck? That’s possible?”

It must suck to be a man and only be able to come once before being rendered almost completely useless.

“Yeah,” I say slowly. “If you’ve got the time and stamina.” Which most men don’t, so they stop after getting their woman to come once, if even at all. Lazy.

“Anyway, you only got two.” Although the last one he got out of me was kind of split, it just kept going and going—the lube helped, but it was Roz’s gold eyes piercing mine that really heightened everything—but for argument’s sake, I’m sticking with two.

His head tilts my way, keeping one eye on the highway.

“Three.”

“Two. One was by my own hand.” I wave said hand at him. “Or don’t you remember?”

“I finished that one off,” he argues, making me bark out a laugh.

“You rode my coattails and now you’re trying to claim the victory for yourself? Typical male bullshit.”

Suddenly, my head jolts off the glass as Roz jerks the wheel over to park on the shoulder.

My eyes fly to his when we’re stopped.

“I can get more.”

He reaches for me, but I’m already out the door, fighting to keep myself upright as I clutch my stomach from laughing so hard. Roz is on me in the next instant, jumping over the center console, missing the passenger seat completely, and landing easily on the asphalt in front of me. Daaamn.

“Well, shit,” I say, teasing. “Looks like the snowboarder’s as good on his feet as he is on his back.”

Straightening to his full height, he towers over me, and I take a step back, watching him closely.

“You haven’t seen me on my back yet, baby. Or don’t you remember?”

Roz arches his eyebrow at my follow-up sneeze.

“It’s…” I wave a hand. “…your clothes. I’m not used to them.”

His shirt’s off and tossed behind him, into the cab of his truck…somewhere. With his muscles filling back in from the weight he’s gained, Roz stands before me like a Greek god and I almost release a second sneeze.

“Better?”

“Must be your pants,” I say with what I’m hoping is a straight face. He can’t actually give me several orgasms right now, can he? He is leaving his engine running on the side of the highway while…

His lips lift into a smirk, but his hands drop to the button of his jeans.

He can.

He could.

Distracted, I barely manage to dodge his next grab for me, but only slightly. Dude is not only tricky but lightning fast, too.

“What? No roadside striptease?”

“Say it and it’s yours.”

“Stri—”

This time, I’m not so lucky as Roz darts a hand out, latching on to my Champion crewneck and twists until I’m firmly in his grasp. I immediately spin around though, giving him my back. It’s easier to refuse him when I don’t see those penetrating golden eyes. That’s how he always gets me in my dreams.

That’s how I always let him get me in my dreams.