“Problem, tough guy?” He scowled at me.
“If you…” I felt like an idiot, and I clenched my fingers into fists to keep from reaching for him. “…if you touch me, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold on.”
“No?” For some reason he looked as if I’d given him the world’s best present. Well, I guessed it would make any guy feel good to know a single touch would cause his partner to blow his wad.
“All right.” He tugged gently at my earlobe. “We can go exploring later.”
Later? I was a realist; Theo was a professional who could have anyone he wanted. I wouldn’t let myself think of all the partners he’d brought pleasure to with his educated fingers, but—there was going to be a later? I kept myself from doing a fist pump, but just barely.
Jesus, how old was I? I gave him my best rakish grin instead. Right now he wanted me, and I was going to take that and run with it.
He grinned back at me and found a condom. “Hold still and I’ll just roll this on you.”