His reaction made her grin; it was hard to not feel at least a little ego boost at how even her voice got his motor revving. That look in his eyes and the tone in his voice would have done the same to her if he hadn’t just left her so completely satisfied.

“I know,” she said and a completely honest tone. It wasn’t being cocky, nor was it bragging; she knew it was for her, only for her, and that nobody else had such a strong, instant effect on him.

“Since you got me so well oiled and loose,” she said, running her hands back up over her body to grasp her breast again and pushing them together. “I think we should switch places so I can give you a little massage of my own.” Dropping her hands to the bed she pushed herself up to sit, every movement graceful and fluid. “On your back, Barton.”