“Slowly,” she murmured, almost a whisper, and Todd slowed even more. Barely moving, he somehow kept his own desire in check, his hands moving over the long sweep of muscles in her back. He didn’t speak, content just to touch that silk-smooth skin.
For a second, he thought she might have fallen asleep. But after a long, quiet minute, she looked up, a devilish gleam in her eye. “Get off,” she said.
“What?”
“Get off,” she repeated, emphasizing her words by splaying her palm against his chest and pushing him away.
Hurt, puzzled, he did as she ordered, though the sight of his rock-hard c**k, bobbing ridiculously in front of his belly, coated with Ingrid’s wetness, made him flush.
“Do you want me to leave?” Somehow he kept his voice calm.
“Leave?” She shook her head, mystified by his male
