Page 76 of Devil in Her Details

“I must say . . .” She grinned down at him. “I quite like this. What a pleasurable position. Is this what power feels like?”

Every muscle in his body tightened. He was fairly certain that sentence alone aged him by a year. She had no idea—not the faintest, most distant understanding—of what she was doing to him. The picture she made above him, his shirt hanging gloriously off one shoulder, her hair cascading around her, eyes bright and curious and entirely too clever, and that question . . .

He reached up, took hold of her hips, and drew her firmly back against him. Let her feel exactly what her pleasurable position had wrought.

Her breath caught.

“Love, you’ve always had all the power.”

Her grin widened, and she lifted her hands, and attempted his tone, “These hands are dangerous, little panther.”

Saucy lynx.

“What are you going to do with those hands?” he asked roughly.

“What do you want me to do?”

Bloody hell. Too many things, love. “Have you ever pleasured a man with them before?”

Her face flamed scarlet. “You know I haven’t.”

Dagger ground her arse into him.

He’d guessed, but he didn’t know. Tonight, he’d show her exactly what happened when you tempted a panther. He caught her hand and shifted to place it over his cock.

Her eyes went very wide, but she didn’t pull away.

“This is what you bloody do to me with that mouth of yours.” He kept his hands loose, giving her every opportunity to retreat.

“And this gives you pleasure? My hand on your,” her shade of red deepened, “member.”

“You’d have to undo my trousers,” he said, “and move your hand.”

Dagger watched her eyes flash with all sorts of little calculations. Surely, she wouldn’t . . .

She looked down at their hands, and a moment later the other joined, working the fastening of his trousers open.

This woman was going to be the death of him.

“Lilly—”

Her eyes stopped him cold. “You’re retracting this gauntlet you’ve hurled at me?”

“I’m not retracting anything,” Dagger said gruffly. He wanted to see how far she would go. He was also damn well terrified she’d go exactly where he wanted. But he couldn’t think past that, because the moment his cock sprang free, her hands were on him.

Teaching a lesson only to be taught one in return . . .

“Christ, be careful.” His hand closed over hers, tightening just enough to still her before he drew her hand along him, guiding the rhythm with firm and steady pumps. “Like this.”

“This gives you pleasure?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe, love.” He watched her nip her lower lip between her teeth, watching her own hand move over him with an expression of focus, and fascination that was somehow the most arousing thing he had ever witnessed.

He slid his hand beneath the hem of the shirt, gripping her arse. He lasted a lot longer than he thought he would, given that he wanted to burst the moment she touched him. His hips drove up once, helplessly, and he was coming, hard, her name somewhere between the rough sound and curse that spilled from his throat.

She didn’t flinch.

Didn’t stop.