Nor was it something he’d ever consider a huge turn-on, unless it meant silk scarves used to tie a woman to his bed while he pleasured her. But restraining his baser urges and focusing his attention on making sex good for Grace was more arousing than he imagined. From the moment she let him into her bedroom, he’d wanted to strip her and fuck her. But he knew, just knew, that’s what every guy did to her. And he didn’t want to be like the other guys. He didn’t want to toss her on the bed, raise her skirt and drive his cock hard inside her. Well, he did. He really did. But something stopped him. Why her pleasure was suddenly more important than his own was a freaking mystery he wasn’t about to delve into tonight. Poking at his psyche wasn’t his favorite pastime. In fact, he typically avoided it like a plague. But her response was an incredible reward. He’d never been so invested in a woman’s orgasm like he’d been in Grace’s. Hearing her, feeling her, tasting her, had made him harder than watching her masturbate.
