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but to wield it over such an imposing man was drugging. He started a slow roll of his hips and each roll was like what she imagined popping a pill or shooting up would feel like—that high, that euphoria. One shot would never be enough and that scared the fuck out of her. Like a drug addict, would she always be chasing that high?
    Stacy pushed on his chest and he allowed her to reverse their positions. As she rose above him, she inventoried what ink she could see in the meager light. His chest was a history of the mighty Vikings, along with the odd flower or writing in a language she couldn’t read.
    Placing her left hand on the black inked Viking longship, and her right over a full-color tat of Odin on Sleipnir, she locked her elbows, looking him in his dark eyes. She wanted to let him know exactly who she was in the bedroom, or rather, who she had become.
    “I don’t mind letting you take the lead when I’m in the mood, but when it comes to this, I’m in control, understand?” If possible, his eyes got wider. He dropped his hands to her hips, rocked her back and forth, and watched where they were joined intently, biting his lip in a sexy, me-likey-what-I-see way, and then made eye contact with her once again.
    Stacy leaned in and nibbled his ear lobe. He responded with a low groan, but when she nipped him under his ear, just behind his beard, his hips shot off the sheet. “Fuck, babe, it didn’t take you long to find my spot.” Dax continued moaning as she feasted on the salty skin there. He kept mumbling, “fuck yeah,” and “direct connection to my dick.” She filed that information away for later.
    Now, she needed his focus on her words, so she rose up once again to look into his coffee colored eyes. “If you aren’t man enough to handle it, then these…encounters aren’t for me.” Stacy ground down on Dax with a move that would bring most men to the edge of control and paused, arching an eyebrow and waiting for an answer. It was all for show on her part, because only one man had ever refused her. However, she would never make the mistake of accepting that again. Weakness in the bedroom transferred to the rest of the relationship and that was not going to happen here.
    Even though she and Dax didn’t have a relationship beyond friendship, well, friends with benefits now, she would not allow that weakness. Dax released her hips, and for a split second, Stacy thought he was calling a halt to their party, until he folded his corded arms under his dark head and that orgasm-inducing smile split his face.
    “Damn, if I’m not the luckiest man alive.” Dax removed one arm and grabbed her by her nape, bringing her lips to his. “A woman that knows what she wants and takes it is a rare creature, indeed.” He kissed her, but not the passion-fueled kiss of earlier, this one held so much more. Contained within it were things she refused to acknowledge or even identify fully. When he ended the kiss, he held her there, nose-to-nose and peered into her soul. “Anything you want, counselor. Anything you want.” He returned his arm to its previous position and seemingly relaxed, awaiting her pleasure and damned if he wasn’t trying to steal a piece of her heart with that.
    If he trusts me enough to be in control, maybe I can trust him enough to not have to be …

    T hat little power nap did wonders. Energized and ready to go for round three, Dax glanced down at the blonde head resting on his tattooed chest. She snores . Of course, he wouldn’t be mentioning that to her anytime soon. Reaching over to flick on the lamp, Dax did his damnedest not to wake her. Even in sleep, she seemed guarded. Maybe that’s because she’s asleep in front of me. Stacy stirred a bit, but settled quickly, or as settled as she seemed capable of being.
    The study of her face yielded no clues to why she felt the need to be on guard after what they shared. Her lashes fanned across her porcelain cheek and the full, pink lips he was