Mandy knew that Nathan liked to take charge in these things. They'd never talked about it before, it was just an unspoken understanding between them. But tonight, for some reason, she just really wanted him this way. She wanted to see that look of complete abandon on his face.
He didn't disappoint. The sight of his hands fisting in the sheets, as though anchoring him, was thrilling to her. She kept finding that perfect spot, the one that she knew would push her over the edge. As much as she wanted that, though, she was content to just revel in the ride.
"Touch me, Nathan," she begged. "Gods, I want to feel your hands on me." She wanted more, never seemed to be able to stop wanting more. "I love you, Nathan," she whispered as she leaned down to kiss him, her hips still moving above him, though a bit erratically.