Her hands slip from his hair to cup his face again, thumb over the bristle of beard. Loxley is so pleasant to look at, not just because he is so handsome but because she’s found herself very fond of how humor crinkles at the corners of his eyes and the sweetness of his smile. This is not what Derrica wants tonight, but she knows how good it would be to pin him under her and watch his face while she rides him, see every ripple of expression he gives up to her.

But no, that’s not for tonight.

“Stay here,” Derrica tells him, murmured into the space between them. “Don’t go too far away.”

It would be very good to have his mouth. But she wants to touch him, to feel Loxley over her more than she wants anything else. To be unmistakably aware of him, and his body and how gently he touches her and to be able to keep hold of him in return. Derrica kisses him softly after speaking, slow, thorough kisses as her hands keep hold of him, underscoring the request.