Stefan smiled, knowing she wasn't listening and wondering how he could get the words out when his need to feel her body trap his had his blood pounding like an engine. Her fingers balled in the bedspread, and her hips rose in invitation.

"Well." The heat of his words breezed over her liquid center. "I was never very good at it," he said, then tasted her.

She was ready for him, so wet, and she could feel him slipping a teasing finger over her dampness and then tracing the softness, lightly ...