Chapter 217

Fiona was too boneless to do anything but watch him stand and stare at her.

"I think you're wet enough now." His heavy-lidded gaze left no question what she was wet enough for.

Fiona reached for him first, grasping the double-skull belt buckle and pulling it free. He straddled her with one foot on the floor and his knee on the sofa. She bit her lip and worked the tab through the stiff denim.

"Easy," he muttered when she grasped the zipper.

"Like this?" She slid her hand into his jeans, cupping his erection and easing the zipper down. Maybe he was right. She wasn't boring, simply uninspired by the men in her life.