The words warmed him just as her actions heated his blood near to boiling. As much as he wanted to take hold of her hips and drive into her, he was just as content to let her set the pace. Content, hell, it drove him crazy when she took control, even when it was just a slow, soft ride. He loved flustering her, making her crazy with wanting him to the point of desperation for him, or times like Christmas when they ended up on counters, or against walls. Come to think of it, there wasn't a way he and Anna were together that he didn't love.

Still, looking up into her beautiful, flushed face, watching the way her body moved over him as she rode him, it was pretty close to fucking perfect.