"You don't." He dropped an openmouthed kiss onto the curve of her neck. When she whimpered in enjoyment, it turned into a bite. "You don't know what that means. Not with me."
She was going to lose him if she didn't act. Her hands were immobile, held tightly in his grip, her body flattened so completely against the door, she couldn't move her hips.
Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward and bit his ear, tugging it hard. His growl sent shock waves through every corner of her system. "Show me, then."
In one swift motion, he curled his hands around her knees and yanked her legs up to circle his waist.
"Squeeze your thighs around me— tight— or I'll put you over my knee."
Lily felt every vital muscle below her waist clench. Holy hell. What had she managed to coax to life inside this man? Why did it excite her more than anything in her recollection? She thought she understood what he meant, but wanted, needed, to hear him say the words.
