“We’re going to be late if you keep making sounds like that,” I promised, caressing her with my thumb.

She looked at me, her eyes half open and hazed by desire. “How fast can you be?”

I quirked up the corner of my mouth. “I think that might be the first time a woman has ever asked me to be quick.”

She leaned into my hand. “Yes or no? Because I’m on fire.”

“Fire?” I rolled my hips against her and sucked in my breath at the pressure she rolled back.

She tugged my lower lip with her teeth, then licked her tongue across it. “Burning, Jagger. Help a girl out? You told me you preferred the burn, right?”

My mind slipped back to that night when I’d wanted her so badly and she’d belonged to someone else. Not anymore. She was mine. I growled, lifted her by her ass, and slammed the door shut with my foot as I put her on the vanity. The kiss was open, carnal, full of lips, teeth, and tongue, and I was immediately as hard as the granite her ass was perched on. Not that I hadn’t been semihard since she got in the shower. It was kind of a permanent condition when she was in the same room.

Never breaking our kiss, I sent my hands skimming up her thighs. God bless the South, she was wearing a fucking garter belt. I fingered the lacy tops of her thigh-highs and had to count back from ten to control myself. She’d reduced me to fifteen again without even trying.

“Fast?” I asked as my fingers inched toward her center.

“And hard.” She slid toward me, bringing my hand to her panties. She whimpered as I ran my thumb just along the edge. “Jagger?”

“Hmm?” I mumbled, my mouth full of the soft skin on her shoulder.

“Don’t wrinkle the dress, okay? We don’t have time to go home to get another.”

The absolute turn-on of taking her out in a dress that I’d personally wrinkled warred with my need to not piss off her dad. The latter won. Kind of. I flipped her in my arms, lifting her dress to lie flush against her back. Then I shuddered, leaning her over the vanity at just the perfect angle. She had on a pair of red lace boy-cut panties with the words “remove before flight” across her delectable ass. They were instantly my favorite pair. “Fuck, Paisley. I thought you southern belles wore good-girl underwear.” The perfect globes pushed back at me, and I couldn’t help but stroke my palms over them.

“I went shopping, and those are the good-girl ones.” She smiled, then leaned back and kissed me hard. “Now, Jagger.”

I kept one arm banded around her waist and lifted her against me. Then I slipped a bunched-up towel in front of her hips so I didn’t bruise her on the granite. “Well, I have to make sure you’re ready for me,” I teased, running my hand up the back of her thigh and absorbing her shiver.

She wiggled, moving my hand to the small scrap of lace covering her. Very wet lace. “Fuck,” I whispered, my teeth grazing her neck.

I slipped my fingers underneath and stroked her, lightly rubbing her clit until she bucked in my hands. She was slippery and swollen, and I was the luckiest bastard on the planet. I made quick work of my belt and unbuckled my pants, pulling myself free of my boxer briefs. “Shit, condom,” I mumbled, reaching around Paisley to the drawer. I tore the package open with my teeth and covered my erection, my hand nearly shaking.

“Please?” She moaned, leaning her head on my shoulder, trusting me to keep her upright. I pushed her panties to the side and slipped one, then two fingers inside her. She spasmed around my fingers, making these little sounds from the back of her throat that pushed me closer to the edge.

“Look at me,” I demanded. Her attention turned to the mirror, watching our reflection. Her cheeks were flushed, her green eyes bright, and her mouth swollen from my kisses. That mouth made the sexiest “oh” as I positioned at her entrance and then pushed inside slowly.

Her breath came in tiny gasps, her eyes sliding shut as I crept into her inch by inch. I gritted my teeth, trying to think of anything besides how perfectly tight she was. “Open those gorgeous eyes, Paisley. I want you to watch me fucking you.”

Her eyes flew open, and I slammed the rest of the way home with a groan. “Yes!” she cried out, the sound reverberating off the tiles. I flicked the fan switch on to help muffle her cries, knowing she’d be mortified if she realized Grayson could hear how vocal she was. Her cries were my favorite thing about making love to her. She lost every inhibition.

I pulled out again slowly, watching the different expressions cross her face, then brought myself in again just as unhurriedly, savoring every nuance of her response. She wiggled her hips, and I grinned at the desperation in her eyes. God, I could do this slowly all day if it made her look like that. I might die, but I’d do it.

“Jagger!” she snapped at me, her eyes spitting fire.

“Say it.” I ran my tongue along her neck. “Say what you want.” I locked my jaw, holding onto my control by willpower alone.

Her breasts heaved against the neckline of her dress, and I almost came just watching her, fully clothed, rocking onto me. She locked eyes with me in the mirror, panting through her red lips. “Please.”

“Please what?”

She pushed back, and I retreated, stealing her leverage. “Ugh,” she whined. “You’re going to make me say it.”

“Yes.” She had to say it soon, or I was going to break, especially if she didn’t stop wiggling.

“Why?”