“Totally on board.”

“Excellent.” He kisses me again, but this time there’s no tongue. When he breaks the connection, I moan, and he smiles. It’s so sinister. And hot. Jesus. I can’t wait to get sexed. “And then I’m gonna finger-fuck you until you come all over my hand. Sound good?”

I make another noise. It’s similar to gears grinding. “That sounds fucking fabulous, Alex.” I pop the button on my jeans and yank the zipper down.

He’s still standing between my thighs and holding my hair, so I can’t do much more without some help.

He loosens his grip. “Lie back for me, please, baby.”

I do as I’m asked, because—hot damn!—after more than a month of me riding him and feeling compelled to be careful, we’re going to get our fuck on. But as a bonus, my ass has never been tighter.

I shiver when my back hits the cold granite, and flinch when I bang my head in my zeal to obey.

Alex pauses with his thumbs hooked in my belt loops. “You okay? Is it too cold? Should I take you upstairs?”

And there he is, my sweet, awesome fiancé, being his considerate self even when he’s hornier than hell and ready to bang me until I see stars and the Milky Way comes shooting out of my vagina.

“No, I don’t want to go upstairs. I want to get naked, and I want you to do what you said you were going to do.” I push my jeans and panties over my hips and pull my knees up so I can get them off.

Alex gets with the program and helps out. Except I’m in such a rush to get my pants off I don’t bother to lose the socks first, which complicates things. As much as skinny jeans look good on, they can be a pain in the ass to get off. We finally manage to wrestle me free of them. I shimmy back up on the island until my hair hangs over one end, and I can plant my feet at the other.

If I turned ninety degrees, I’d have a lot more room, but Alex’s hands are already smoothing up my shins, and I’m not about to stop him.

I spread my legs nice and wide so he’s got lots of room to work. He stops at my knees, frowning as he stares at my naked beaver. “Uh…Violet?”

I look down to see what has him so concerned. Which is when I remember I had my beaver decorated.

“Oh! Um…surprise!” I throw my hands up in the air and wave them around.

Alex sweeps his fingers over the awesomeness that covers my bare beaver mound. “How did you get these on here?”

“With glue. Like it?”

“Uh…”

“You don’t like it?”

“No, no, I like it,” he says quickly. He traces the outline of the letters that spell Waters’ in red Swarovski crystals. Below that is a tiny beaver crafted out of more crystals. “Do I have to be careful? Like, do I need to worry about friction? Will I rub them off?”

“Uh, no? They’re stuck on pretty good. I think.” My waxer/beaver beautifier promised they’d stay on for at least a week if I covered them with Saran Wrap before I shower. I imagine they’ll stay put with friction, too, but I didn’t ask that question specifically. However, I’m not about to lose out on hot sex to preserve my vagazzling.

“This must have taken a while.” He settles both hands on my inner thighs.

“About an hour.”

“I’m gonna ask you an important question, ’kay, Violet?” His hands glide lower, thumbs skimming my beaver lips. Back and forth, up and down. He’s about half an inch shy of my clit on either side. I spread my legs wider, hoping to encourage a little clit rubbing while we converse about my bedazzled girl parts.

I moan instead of using words, because all I want is for him to touch me, damn it, and he’s not.

“What’s the person’s name who did this for you?”

That’s a weird question. “Jamie.”

Alex’s eyes lift to mine. The right side of his jaw tics. Oh, shitballs. I’ve seen that look before a few times.

“What does Jamie look like?” he asks.

I roll my eyes when I realize what he wants to know. “Jamie’s a girl, Alex. There aren’t any boy vagazzlers.”

“Right. Of course not.”

I’m not about to tell him Jamie has a girlfriend, though. I’m not her type, anyway, and I like penis way too much, especially his. Which I’m definitely getting a dose of soon, if he can stop asking about the blinged-out beave.

I might be less tolerant of his insecurity if I didn’t know he was struggling with not having been his full-on alpha, protective self for the past month. But because I realize how challenging it’s been, I’m much more patient. Also, his fingers are close to my vag.

And then I get what I’ve been waiting for: Alex grazes my beaver button.

I whore-moan nice and loud. I also lift my pelvis to encourage more contact.

Alex mutters a low fuck and starts circling, slow and soft. It’s killing me, but I’ll take it. The torture is definitely going to be worth it. We have more than four weeks of pent-up hot-sex-on-hold to release, and this is likely going to be round one of many as Alex recovers his stamina.

I’ll need to make sure I have Epsom salts handy.

“Know what I love?” Alex’s voice is all sexy rasp. His attention is fixed on his fingers, still circling.

I have a feeling I already know the answer to this question, but Alex wants to tell me, because sometimes he likes to say dirty things. “What do you love, Alex?” I mostly moan his name.