“Tell me what you want,” Paul murmured

“You know.” Tracy tensed at his words and resisted the urge to cross her arms over her chest. Paul wanted her to lie here and request items off the menu? Name her own body parts? She swallowed. “Touch me.”

“Okay.” He kept up the stroking until his warm strong fingers brushed up under her breasts, then down to the waistband of her jeans. She arched, hungry for a more intimate touch.

He undid her jeans, slid his hand inside, almost there, still not enough, making her tremble and strain for him. “Here?”

“No.” She’d come apart too soon. He should be with her. “Not like that.”

“Yes. I want to see you let go.”

“No. I want you to…oh no.” She clutched at his arm, but he kept going until she gave in, cried out and exploded into her climax.

She went limp against him, still panting. “I thought I was doing this for you.”

“Believe me, you were,” he said. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”