His own lust was coiling deep, but he didn't want to come right now, not yet, not until he was buried deep inside her later. But gods, her hand on him made his breathing quicken and his hip move.
He curved his fingers inside her just a little, using his thumb to stimulate her clit. "Come for me," he begged huskily, biting his own lower lip in order to keep his own control intact. His eyes were fixed on her, the way her skin was flushed and her quickened breathing made her chest move up and down, the flutter of her lashes against her cheeks.