She shuddered out a breath at the fantasy of it all. She read a lot of books, many of them romances. She got the fantasy. She’d masturbated to a lot of very explicit erotica many times. But that’s all it was—a fantasy. She was smart enough to know real life wasn’t like that.

“You’re giving me a look like you don’t believe I can make it happen for you.”

Her lips curved. “I’m very open-minded and eager to learn. But I highly doubt that real sex is all I’ve read about.”

He stood, tugged on her ankles, and pulled her down the bed, laying her flat. “I’ll accept that challenge.”

He climbed onto the bed and laid next to her, using his hands to sweep over her body.

“Sex should never be rushed. I did that a lot when I was younger.” He used the palm of his hand to rub a spot just above her collarbone. “I learned after a while that you miss out on some great stuff.”

She met his gaze. “Such as?”

“Such as learning what spots on a woman’s body drive her crazy. And that you need to relax and enjoy the journey. It isn’t all about fucking, you know.”

To her, it was. But she’d take his word for it since he was the one with all the experience.

“We’re going to take our time to explore, Kat. We’ve got all night.”

He cupped his hand on her jaw and kissed her. Lightly at first, but oh, the man had an amazing mouth, coaxing her to open. He slid his tongue inside to tease hers. Without the mind-numbing hard passion, she fell into the kiss, an array of sensations that, coupled with the light touch of his fingers across her skin, made her dizzy with pleasure.

Who knew that a lazy, soft kiss and a tangle of tongues could be so erotic? Especially when a man took his time mapping her naked body with the tips of his fingers.

She couldn’t help but arch against him when he found that spot on her inner hip that she’d never realized caused a zing of awareness. He didn’t press in, just circled the spot with his fingertip.

And then he kissed his way over her jaw and down to her neck, moving over her like he’d just been given a new toy to play with. And who knew the right side of her neck was so sensitive? The left side felt good, too, of course. But the right side caused chill bumps to skitter across her skin and when he sucked that spot …

“Oh, my God.” She was unable to resist exclaiming out loud as he slashed his tongue across the side of her neck and licked her. A slow, deliberate lick that drove her out of her mind with desire.

She grasped his head and brought his mouth to hers, and now it was her turn to explore. She deepened the kiss this time, sucking on his tongue. Her body was on fire from his explorations and she wanted an orgasm.

Now.

But Grant hadn’t been joking when he said they had all night to explore. While she was in the throes of quaking need, he skimmed his fingers across her rib cage, then over her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were tight, hard peaks just begging for his mouth. And when he bent and captured one of her nipples between his lips, she thought she might explode from the shooting arcs of pleasure.

“I need …” She couldn’t form the words, but there was so much she needed. His touch, his mouth on her—everywhere. His cock. She couldn’t wait for his cock. She’d waited a lifetime for this and she wanted him inside her right now.

“Shh,” he said, letting his hand slide down her belly to cup her sex. “I know what you need.”

His touch inflamed her. Her hips arched, seeking the magic of his fingers, needing them inside her. And when he slid them into her, she cried out from the deepest pleasure.

This wasn’t her touching herself. It was Grant, his fingers smooth and sure as he pumped inside of her, as if he knew just what to do. She’d never felt anything like it, a sweet pressure that filled her. And with every thrust of his coaxing fingers, he pressed the heel of his hand against her clit. It felt like the Fourth of July across her sex, and she was the fireworks ready to explode.

No man had ever made her come before. She’d had plenty of orgasms, all self-induced. Always alone, creating fantasies in her head of what this might be like. And now, Grant brushed his thumb over the knotted bud and she was ready to go off.

“Let go,” he whispered against her ear. “Relax and let go. I’ll be right here.”

It seemed so easy. She knew her own body so well, she could get herself off in a few minutes. But this was new, and so intimate. He lay against her, touching her in such a familiar way, watching her as she helplessly drew ever closer to a release she wanted so damn bad it made her entire body shake.

She finally grabbed hold of his wrist, needing to take some control back.

“Here?” he asked, going where she led him, changing the pace and making it faster. “Like this?”

“Yes. Oh, yes,” she said, her voice ragged and breathless. She focused on his hands, on her body’s reaction, and let go.

Her orgasm rushed through her, as out of control as the ever-changing winds. It knocked her senseless. Grant took her mouth in a kiss, deepening every sensation, connecting her to him, not just the orgasm. She wrapped her hand around his neck and held on for dear life as she trembled with the force of it, tuned in to his mouth and his tongue and the way his hands and fingers continued to move over her. She quaked, endlessly, as her orgasm wracked her, seemingly going on forever.

Finally, she came down. He’d gentled his movements, but he was still connected to her, his fingers still inside of her.