She was going to unravel his control if she kept saying his name like that, those breathy whispers more powerful than she likely knew. He felt her slow and believed he knew why. This was on the brink of running away with them entirely, and it would be a shame to race through it without the chance to enjoy it. Oh, but it was getting harder by the moment to hold to that resolve.

He kissed lower, sensual presses of lips over the center of her sternum. He kept her secure in the backward tilt, but it was the clench of her legs over him that kept her truly anchored. He felt his chin brush cloth and took a shuddering inhale. He glanced up, a heated look from beneath the shadow of sandy lashes, and brought his hand at her shoulder forward to tug down the cloth, lifting it out as well as down to accommodate the curve of her breasts and free them.