THE PERFECT TEN (Boxed Set)

enough for you to ravish me.”
    She flushed. “You heard that? I didn’t mean to project it.”
    “Forget what I said. Don’t edit. I want to feel everything you feel.”
    “Good, because obviously I have some work to do to master that editing thing.” She picked up a condom from the spilled box and tore the wrapper off. “Showtime.” She positioned herself to apply the condom, but hesitated.
    He caught her concern and laughed. “Don’t worry. I know it’ll be different, but that’s a good thing. It’ll be the perfect reminder why that luscious carotid artery of yours shall remain unmolested.”
    Needing no further assurance, she applied the condom with a practiced touch.
    “Does it bother you?”
    He didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “Not for a minute. Everything that you’ve done was all part of a path that led to this moment. How could I wish it otherwise?”
    “Good answer.”
    With that, she bent and took his phallus in her mouth. And by all that was holy, she was better at shielding her thoughts than she’d thought, because he hadn’t seen that coming! Then she swirled her tongue around his latex-sheathed glans, and coherent thought fled. There was only sensory input. Her hot mouth doing unspeakably wonderful things, her warm breath and hair tickling his skin, the thrilling surge of blood in her—
    No, don’t think about the blood. No blood. No blood.
    Instead, he focused on the erotic picture she made at his groin, completely naked while he was completely clothed. And that just about put him over the edge. Fortunately, she pulled back before he had to beg, though he wasn’t sure whether he’d have begged for her to stop or keep going.
    “Not a chance, Bowen. Not this time, anyway. I planned to ravish you, remember?”
    “I remember. That’s the kind of detail a finely-honed scientific mind like mine tends to keep a firm grip on.”
    “Yeah?” She climbed fully onto the bed, straddling him with her thighs. “Well, here’s another instruction for that steel trap of a mind of yours. No touching. I’m sure you can remember it.”
    No touching? His fingers itched to catch those breasts, to guide a tight, rosy nipple into his mouth. “You can’t mean it.”
    “Oh, but I do. You’ll take control if I give you half a chance, so no touching.”
    He groaned. “This is going to kill me.”
    “Not unless the condom breaks.”
    A bark of laughter escaped him. “That’s one black sense of humor you have, my love.”
    “Meshes nicely with yours, I’ve noticed.”
    “Okay, no touching,” he conceded. “Although in that event, restraints might have been a good idea.”
    Her eyes blazed. Next time. You can even use them on me.
    He couldn’t help it; his mind immediately conjured a picture of her spread-eagled face down on the bed, bound with soft ties and blindfolded so she couldn’t see him. He’d shield his thoughts so she wouldn’t know what sensory assault was coming next—
    “See? Give you an inch, and you’ve got me tied up. No touching.”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    A wicked smile curved her lips at his mock submission. “That’s better.” She moved up his body, bending low to loosen the top two buttons of his shirt. Then she kissed the vee of skin she’d exposed. He shivered involuntarily as she made her way up his neck, over his chin. When she found his mouth, her tongue invaded aggressively. He caught it and sucked gently, rewarded by the surge of excitement in her mind. She lifted her head.
    “What?” he reasoned. “You offered it to me.”
    “Okay, your mouth only,” she allowed.
    Then give my mouth what we both want .
    Patience, my sweet .
    She tortured him some more, raking her hands through his hair, nuzzling his ear, and all the while rubbing her arousal-swollen breasts against his shirt-covered chest. And then, finally, finally, she arched over him, presenting him with one pink-crested breast. He sucked it greedily into his mouth, savoring not just the taste and texture of her, but the abundance of blood just beneath the skin, the blessed vasocongestion of sexual arousal. God, if he could just use his hands, he’d lift and shape those luscious mounds.
    Of course, if he could use his hands, he’d seize her hips and urge her down onto his straining cock. Now.
    She moaned and surged against him, reacting to his thoughts, and it occurred to him that he had other tools at his disposal besides his mouth.
    Pushing aside the last veil of privacy, he opened