Test Shot by Cari Quinn

matter of time.
    She dragged her fist over her midsection. God, she was nervous.
    “We didn’t talk about your limits,” Sawyer said, stretching out his mile-long legs. He’d grabbed a seat on the floor near the fireplace and looked right at home on the thick white carpet. Looked like he could be a damn sexy underwear model, actually.
    And she’d be getting to see that underwear—and more—very soon.
    “Other than your admonition for me to be careful, which you said didn’t mean to be gentle,” he added, taking a swallow of his wine before setting it on the hearth.
    She sipped hers and perched on the edge of the coffee table, careful magazine arrangement be damned. Right now, she had bigger concerns. “I’m okay with most everything.”
    “Define most everything. Please.” At her silence, he held up a hand and started ticking items off on his fingers. “All positions? All toys? A little tying up?” His summery blue eyes darkened, and she knew he was getting to the good stuff. “Blowjobs? Anal?”
    “All fine,” she said, already breathless.
    “Even anal?”
    She nodded and flattened her hands on her knees. She’d tugged down her dress about sixteen times now. “I like it.”
    “Really.” He stretched out the word until she grinned despite her nerves.
    With one more bolstering gulp of her wine, she set the glass aside. She’d already drunk more than half. She couldn’t complain about the vintage or the crisp floral notes, not that she’d paid much attention to either. “Yes. I’ve only done it with Aidan so far, but…yes.”
    “What about me going down on you?” His voice thickened. Deepened. “You’re okay with that?”
    “Of course.” She pressed her thighs together and knew he’d noticed when the corner of his mouth kicked up. “Do any women actually say no?”
    “You’d be surprised.”
    “Then you must not know the right women.” She gave him a flirty look under her lashes. “Or else you’re not too good at it.”
    He accepted her challenge silently, crossing the floor to her on his hands and knees. She had to stifle the urge to moan long before he drew himself up and cupped her jaw. “Want me to demonstrate? Or is that against the rules?”
    “What rules?”
    “Aidan’s not back yet.”
    Guilt churned in her belly. She hadn’t even thought about Aidan since she’d stepped into this room. “I don’t know. He hasn’t really told me what they are.” Hearing herself, she frowned. Didn’t she have some say in this? Aidan had come up with the idea, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t expand upon it. “He can come down whenever he wants. Or interrupt.”
    “Very true.” Sawyer’s thumb coasted down her throat to where her pulse beat rapidly. He had big, capable hands, the kind she could easily see hauling lumber or nailing…things.
    Hopefully he’d be nailing her soon.
    She reached back to start undoing her laces, but he quickly took over the task. He moved in close, crowding her with his chest and his thick biceps. Surrounding her with his earthy scent. “No cologne again,” she mumbled.
    “No.”
    “No aftershave either.”
    “Not my thing.” He stared right into her eyes. “Am I ruining the fantasy? Should I have gussied up?”
    She laughed at his word choice. “No, I like you as you are.” She sucked in more air as he pulled at her laces. “You’re fast with those.”
    “I’ve spent a lot of time separating women from their clothing.” He winced. “Smooth move, loverboy.”
    Layla laughed again and moved in to nibble the fascinating hollows underneath his jaw. Now he was the one to breathe in sharply. “We can be honest with each other.”
    “Good. I’m glad. So it’s okay for me to say that I really want to taste you, right?”
    She closed her eyes and let her mouth continue learning his skin. Stubble scraped her cheek, and her nose bumped his chin as she mapped him without benefit of her vision. “I really want you to.”
    He lapsed into