He might be a broken-down wreck, but he’d muster the strength to kick some righteous ass for her sake. How the hell had she been convinced she wasn’t any good at sex? Jesus, if she was any better, he’d be dead. By the time this night was over, he might still be. At any rate, he was going to give it his best shot. He couldn’t think of a better way to go. Right now, he was determined to focus on Elsie. She was so insecure, yet so giving and so damned sexy. She deserved a little special attention. He kissed her ear, then her throat, nipping when she groaned. A shiver raked her spine and Sig growled in satisfaction. He’d found a few of her hot buttons so far—by the end of the night, he’d learn them all. He sucked a little harder on her neck and felt her shudder again. Sig pressed her back until she lay beneath him on the bed. “Roll over,” he whispered. “What?” Her eyes widened as she looked at him. “We’re not going to…that is, I’ve never….” Sig kissed her to stop her talking.
