That groan sears through her like hot coals dropped into her stomach, and she takes him deep and hums deliberately around him. One hand stays at his hip as the other drifts back to undo the ankle strap of her shoe, then she switches so both heels are loose and she can toe them off without breaking focus.

Because she wants to focus. She glances up along the long gorgeous line of his body to see his face, listens for his groans and concentrates on what makes him shudder. When she brings her hand back up this time, she shifts enough to slip it beneath his upper thigh, then lightly strokes the sensitive spot between his legs with her thumb.