THE PERFECT TEN (Boxed Set)

mouth. Patience.
    “So how long do you need to fast?”
    “Forty-eight hours should do it. If there are no changes in my blood chemistry by then, we can safely assume there will be no reversal and I’ll go back to my regular infusions. And if there are changes, I won’t need to worry about typing and cross-matching, because I’ll be looking for a rare steak and a pint of dark ale.”
    Her lips curved in a smile, but her eyes stayed sober. “You sure you’re okay for this?”
    Let’s hope he was, because he wasn’t about to stop now. And that thought he kept carefully shrouded. He bit her finger gently, delighting in the shiver that went through her. “With a little help from you, it won’t be a problem.”
    “As in don’t go begging for the teeth again?”
    “Exactly.”
    He felt her hands pushing against his chest. Roll over.
    He obliged, but pulled her with him, not ready to lose contact. She stretched for something just beyond her reach, flattening her breasts against his shoulder in the process, then came back with the prize — the box of condoms. She pulled one out and waggled it, smiling wolfishly.
    “I’m guessing you’ve never had occasion to don one of these, huh?”
    “You’d guess right.”
    “Then let me do the honors.”
    He started to sit up so he could remove his clothes, but she pushed him back again.
    “No. I want your clothes on.”
    Clothes on?
    He couldn’t have stopped the probe he sent into her mind if his life depended on it, and she was right there, ready for him. His heart literally skipped a couple of beats, then fell into a heavy thudding. She meant to take him as he had taken her, thoroughly and relentlessly, and all she required of him was a promise of passivity.
    “That’s all ?” He groaned. “Lord, woman, this will kill me.”
    The smile she gave him was all sin, and his heart rate took another jump.
    “Okay, do your worst.”
    Laughing, she leaned forward and kissed him briefly. When he would have deepened the kiss, she pulled away. “My worst is very, very good.”
    She slid off the bed, her fingers already working on the buttons of her shirt. The garment floated to the floor, and she turned her attention to the khaki pants, making short work of them. In fifteen seconds flat, she stood there beside the bed in her bra and panties.
    “Can I talk?”
    She grinned. “You’re required to talk. Or at least think loudly. The only thing you can’t do is take control.”
    Lord, this would kill him. “You are so lovely.”
    “Wanna see more?”
    Yes .
    She popped the front clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts. The bra slid down her arms to join the other clothing at her feet.
    She angled her head. “What’s that? Did you say something?”
    “The rest,” he croaked.
    Holding his gaze, she slid her fingers into the waistband of her lace panties and pushed them down over her hips. With a little encouragement, they settled around her ankles and she stepped out of them.
    Perfect.
    She stepped closer to the bed and he started to sit up, intent on touching her. She pressed him back down with a hand to his chest. “I want you like this, flat on your back with your feet on the floor.”
    His sex jerked beneath the fabric of his trousers, drawing her attention.
    “Poor baby,” she cooed. “Would you like me to let you out of there?”
    This is going to be hard.
    “Ah, but incredibly rewarding.” She stepped closer and he widened the stance of his legs to allow her to get as close as possible. Then her fingers were at his belt, working it loose, and unfastening the button at his waist. Her hair, which she’d flipped to one side, trailed against his left side. With the skill of a nurse, she eased his zipper down.
    “Boxers! I knew it.”
    Despite his intense arousal, he laughed. “There have been many scientific and technological advances over the years that I’ve taken full advantage of, but spandex briefs is not one I’ve — ah! ”
    She’d eased his boxers down, and his sex sprang free. Her eyes fixed on him, pupils dilating, nostrils flaring. And oh, God! He hardly needed to read her mind to know she was frankly savoring the scent of his arousal, feeling it do its work to intensify her own arousal state. He could practically hear the blood rush to her genitals, congesting the tissues, slicking her vagina…
    He groaned. “Ainsley, honey, have mercy on me.”
    “What?”
    “If you’re going to think thoughts like that, I might not last long