CHAPTER SIX

A faint sound fell from my mouth before I could stop it. His hand clenched just a little.

“There it is,” he mumbled.

“That sound.” I took a swallow.

"You make it difficult not to." "Excellent."

His voice sank. "Well, I do not want you to make an attempt."

His mouth hovered just next to my ear, not quite touching it, as he leaned in. His restraint was seductive; it was the controlled, blazing patience of an older man, intensified by need.

He said, "You don't rush something like this." "You allowed it to grow."

His fingers moved slowly and leisurely along my hips and waist, pausing just...