"I want you to ride me," he murmurs into her ear without much hesitation, like that's been on the top of his list for a while. He doesn't know why, but he knows there's something about a woman getting on top, taking charge, giving directions, that drives him crazy. Maybe that's one of the reasons he's so drawn to Annie: he's always been able to sense the strength in her, the part of her that's known exactly what she wanted all along and refused to back down from it, and the other side of her appeals to the other side of him that needs someone to take care of.

Not that he's thinking about it that coherently right now. Right now, he's just trying to pick the best out of all the things he's fantasized about with her. "I want to taste you," he adds breathlessly, his eyes glittering when he looks down at her.