Something had changed. It wasn’t something bad, but Lisa could feel the atmosphere around them shift as he looked at her. They had made it home and were in his bedroom, the anticipation of what was to come making her nerves tingle. Her nipples were tight and unabashedly proclaimed their desire, the outline of them prominent through the soft fabric of her dress. She was still clothed, although she didn’t want to be, and Mason was looking at her with such dark intent that it was hard not to melt into a puddle at his feet.

At long last, he reached for the tie of her dress and pulled. The...