His to Possess

Genres: Billionaires Romance

Synopsis

From Book 1:

The first sizzling segment in the erotic serial His to Possess, an intoxicating tale of a woman torn between a dominant billionaire and a tattooed, bad boy rock musician.
Jessica's life was in ruins…until she met him.
Standing alone in the rain feeling lost in a new city, with no job and no prospects, she's about to give up. Until Dane Rainier pulls up in his limo and offers her a ride.
Dane commands a vast business empire, and he can have anything he wants—and he wants Jessica. For one night, at least. Now he's about to strip her bare and awaken her yearning to submit completely to a dominant billionaire.
But after the most intoxicating night of her life, will she ever be the same?
Don't miss the other installments of His to Possess: The Morning After (Part 2), Perfect Storm (Part 3), True Lies (Part 4), Entangled (Part 5), and Forever (Part 6).

Release date: March 18, 2014

Publisher: St. Martin's Publishing Group

Print pages: 256

Sample

The Seduction


Jessica watched the busy traffic and streams of people passing by the window as she took a last sip of coffee, then set the empty mug on the table. One man crossing the street toward her caught her eye. There was something familiar about his face, but she couldn't get a good look at him to figure out why.
She pulled her wallet from her purse and placed her credit card on the bill the waitress had left on a plastic tray on the table. Eating at this little restaurant a block from her hotel had definitely been a good idea. The food here was much cheaper than at the hotel restaurant and this trip to Philadelphia was already straining her budget. Coming here for the big career fair was worth the risk, though.
The waitress came by and picked up her card. As Jessica waited for her to return, she continued watching the men and women rushing by in business attire, trying to catch sight of the man again.
Self-consciously, she reached behind her head and checked her hair, which was coiled and held up with a clip. She didn't usually wear her long, black hair up, but she felt it looked more professional this way. The same with her smart charcoal gray suit and white blouse. Not her usual attire, since the environment at her cousin Sally's company, where Jessica had last worked, had been pretty casual and everyone who worked there normally wore jeans to the office. Thank heavens for credit cards.
She glanced at her watch, and her stomach churned. She had to get going. The waitress returned with her card and Jessica signed the slip and tucked the receipt into her wallet. As she slipped on her coat, she noticed the man again, this time buying a newspaper from a newsstand just outside. She froze when she realized why this man had drawn her attention.
It was Storm.
This man, in his expensive-looking, tailored suit, his dark hair in a short and stylish cut, was the opposite of the Storm she knew. Her Storm had spiky hair and was typically in comfortable jeans and a skin-tight tank top that showed off his muscles and tattoos, with a black leather jacket at the ready for when he hopped on his big, sleek Harley. He was a guitarist in her brother's rock band, and he wouldn't be caught dead in business attire.
She watched this suited man as he tucked the paper under his arm and started walking down the street. That was definitely Storm's face. She gathered her purse and briefcase from the chair beside her and stood up. What was Storm doing here? And dressed like that?
She hadn't seen him in over a month. Not since the night he'd walked out on her.
Everything had been so good between them before that. Her heartbeat sped up at the memory. It had been better than good. All the women in town had been gaga over him, but he'd only had eyes for her. Hot, incredibly sexy eyes. She almost giggled at the memory. He was so tall, sexy, and macho. He could have had any woman he wanted, but he'd chosen her. He'd always made her melt inside every time he looked at her with that bad boy smile, and those smoldering, love-filled eyes.
At least, she'd thought it had been love, but clearly she'd been wrong. He'd up and left her life as abruptly as he'd entered it six months earlier, leaving her heartbroken and lonely.
She strolled to the door of the restaurant and stepped outside into the cool air. The sky was overcast and she hoped the rain would hold off until she was inside the career fair.
She noticed Storm was now in the crowd of people waiting at the light on the next block. The light turned green and he crossed.
Why was he here in Philadelphia?
Was it possible he'd come here looking for her? Maybe her mom had told him she was here and he'd come looking for her to tell her he couldn't live without her.
But surely Mom wouldn't do that.
It was a far-fetched thought anyway, because right now he and the band should be traveling through California. But she couldn't think of any other reason why Storm would be in Philadelphia. And he was walking in the direction of her hotel.
Her heart swelled at the thought that he still loved her. She longed to be in his arms again. His hard, muscular body pressed tight to hers. His big, strong arms around her.
Oh, God, she'd missed him. Dreamt of him night after night, waking up quivering with need.
She glanced at her watch. She could grab a cab to the career fair, which would get her there fairly quickly. That way, a short detour shouldn't make her late. She hurried across the street after him. He turned into a Starbucks. Perfect. She could go in and just casually run into him. No biggie. Just two old friends happening across each other in a new city.
She opened the door and hurried inside, then glanced around and saw him at the counter placing his order.
Her heart fluttered. She knew that if he turned and gave her that heart-melting smile of his, then told her he wanted her back, she'd throw herself into his arms and kiss him like crazy. Then she would probably drag him back to her hotel room.
A smile curled her lips. Why kid herself? If he was here to win her back—and why else would he be here?—she would welcome him with open arms.
She drew back her shoulders and marched toward him.
"Storm," she said as casually as she could manage.
He poured cream into his coffee, then opened a sugar packet, totally ignoring her.
She stepped closer. "Storm."
He glanced toward her and her heart stopped. Oh, God, that's not Storm.
Her cheeks heated as she stared at the complete stranger.
A stranger who was every bit as handsome as Storm. Electricity sizzled through her as his piercing blue eyes locked on her. Those eyes were darker than Storm's, but with the same navy ring around the rim. And his dark brown hair, though cut much shorter than Storm's, was the same glossy texture and color. In fact, their features were strikingly similar, which was why she'd mistaken this man for Storm in the first place.
His eyebrows arched. "Excuse me?" he said, in a deep masculine voice.
"Oh, um…" She drew in a shaky breath. "I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else."
He smiled. "Are you meeting this someone here?"
"Oh, no. I'm from out of town and I thought … you just look like someone I know."
"So you were hoping for a friendly face."
The warmth in his eyes, lit up by that debonair smile of his, stirred something deep inside her. She imagined this man asking her to join him for coffee, then them talking … and him inviting her to dinner, and that leading to …
She swallowed. "Um, I just wanted to say hello. I mean, to Storm. Not you." Oh, damn, now she sounded rude.
Her heart thumped loudly in her chest and all she could think of was getting out of here. Away from this man's speculative gaze.
This sexy, drop-dead gorgeous man.
"Would you like to join me for a coffee?" he asked.
Panic welled up in her as she realized she was actually considering accepting. Did she really want this stranger to pick her up?
She glanced at her watch. "Sorry, I have to be somewhere. Um … good-bye." With that she turned and raced out of the shop, her face still burning.
* * *
Dane watched the lovely woman scurry out the door as if she were escaping a predator.
Lightning flashed outside and what had started as a light rain now streamed down the window panes. He liked to walk to the office in the morning, but he drew the line at getting soaked. He picked up his coffee and sat down at one of the tables, then pulled out his cell phone. Outside he could see the lovely stranger trying to hail a cab. He smiled as he watched her timid attempts. Not even stepping off the sidewalk and making a pitiful little hand gesture toward the street. She'd never get a cab that way.
* * *
Jessica stuck out her hand as a cab drove past, but it didn't stop. Being from a small town, she wasn't used to hailing cabs, but she'd watched others doing it and it seemed simple enough. Most of the cabs that had driven by over the past few minutes had their top lights off, indicating they were unavailable. This one had its light on, but there were passengers inside, so maybe the driver had forgotten to turn it off. She tried to hail another, but it stopped for someone a little farther down the street. After several more failed attempts, she started to feel invisible.
The rain, which had begun as a drizzle, started coming down harder. Why hadn't she thought to bring an umbrella? Water streamed down her hair.
She tried for another cab, and was pleased to see it pull up, but then a couple pushed past her and hopped inside. She stared at them, her mouth agape at their rudeness.
A black limousine pulled up and the back window glided down.
"Would you like a lift?" asked a familiar male voice. It was the man from the Starbucks.
Should she just climb into a limo with a stranger?
Water dribbled down her forehead and she wiped it away.
"Yes, thank you."
* * *
Jessica settled into the leather seat beside the stranger who looked so much like Storm. The limo pulled smoothly into traffic.
"Where are you heading?" he asked.
She pulled the address from her purse and handed it to him.
"Jeff, we'll be dropping the lady at the DoubleTree on Broad Street."
"Yes, sir," the chauffeur said, then closed the smoked glass partition.
This man must be pretty rich with his expensive suit and a chauffeur driving him around. The thought intimidated her a little.
She shifted in the seat, aware that she was dripping water all over the buttery leather seats.
"Thank you again. I really appreciate the ride."
The man beside her smiled. "My pleasure. My name is Dane."
He offered his hand and she grasped it for a handshake.
"I'm Jessica Long."
Heat hummed through her as his fingers closed around hers, then he gently squeezed before he let go. He was so big and masculine. Her hormones pulsed through her, tempting her to lean in a little closer and breathe in the musky male scent of him.
He reached into a compartment beside the seat and handed her a towel. "The rain has played havoc with your hair."
He flipped open a mirror on one of the side panels and she could see her drooping wet hair.
"Oh, no. I look awful."
He smiled. "I wouldn't say that."
She pulled the clip from the back of her head and her hair tumbled over her shoulders. She towel dried it, then pulled a brush out of her purse and ran it through her long, and now only slightly damp, tresses.
"Your hair looks lovely like that."
She glanced at his smiling face and her insides quivered at the heat in his eyes.
"Um … thanks. I think it looks more professional up, though."
"You're going to a business meeting, I presume."
"A career fair, actually." She twisted her long hair into a coil, then clipped it up again. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror and tucked in a few loose strands.
"Ah, things too limiting in your current job?"
"I don't have a job right now," she admitted. "In fact, I've been out of work for four months." She glanced at his face, expecting to see disapproval, but he simply waited for her to continue. "I come from a small town and jobs are really limited there."
"Well, you're doing the right thing coming to the city. There'll be a lot of opportunities at the career fair."
She nodded, but the thought of walking into a room with all those people looking for jobs, the employers assessing everyone who stepped into their booth, made her stomach queasy.
"You don't look convinced," he said.
She shook her head. "I'm just nervous because I'm not used to networking and being interviewed. For the past six years I worked for my cousin, Sally, who had her own company developing Web sites. Then she got married and moved to Oregon."
Damn, she was nattering.
"When you're talking to a potential employer, just keep three things in mind."
She gazed at him with a keen focus, ready to soak in his words of wisdom.
"Listen to what the other person has to say. Respond with something positive."
At his pause, she prompted, "And the third thing?"
"Smile. When you do that, your whole face lights up."
She glanced down at her clasped hands self-consciously. "Thank you, but I doubt that will make a difference."
"It will. It makes you memorable, and that gives you an edge. When these people go back to their offices with a whole stack of résumés and a vague memory of the short interviews they had with people, they'll be more inclined to call back someone who stands out, even if that reason is because of a beautiful smile."
She knew he was just trying to make her feel better, but she decided to put his advice into action. "That sounds like great advice. Thank you." Then she smiled.
He chuckled. "I know you don't believe it, but trust me. It'll work."
The limo slowed down and Dane glanced out the window. "We're almost there."
"Thanks for the ride."
The limo pulled to a stop and the driver got out of the car.
"One more thing." He pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to her.
She took what appeared to be a flat stone from his hand.
"It's a tranquility stone. Keep it in your pocket and if you feel yourself getting anxious, rub it between your thumb and finger. It'll help calm your nerves. It'll also remind you to follow my advice."
It was a lovely pale blue with white bands, flat, and completely smooth. And it was still warm from being in his pocket. Close to his body. She stroked her thumb over the surface. It was so … comforting.
"I can't take your stone."
He shrugged. "Of course you can."
The driver opened the door.
"Oh, well … again, thank you." She slipped the stone in her coat pocket.
The driver held an umbrella over her as she got out of the car.
She turned back and Dane held out her briefcase.
"Jessica, you'll do fine today. I'm sure you'll find a great job."
She nodded and turned away as the driver closed the car door, then walked her to the entrance of the hotel. As she went inside, she realized she should have asked for his card. That was one of the basics of networking. Man, she really was bad at this.
* * *
Jessica relaxed into the soft, cushioned booth at the quiet restaurant six blocks from the hotel. She'd spoken to more than two dozen employers today and she was exhausted. She was looking forward to a nice quiet dinner, then going back to her room to recharge before tomorrow. One more harrowing day meeting employers, then she'd be on her way home.
Her fingers stroked over the tranquility stone in her skirt pocket. She was surprised she hadn't worn a hole through it. Dane had been right, it had helped her relax. And she had followed his advice. Listen, make a positive comment, and smile. But she wasn't sure how much good it had done her. After most of the interviews, they just said they'd keep her résumé on file for six months.
Having the stone, and following Dane's advice, had made her think of him all day long. They'd said good-bye this morning and she knew she'd never see him again, but she wished it could be different. It was sweet how he'd offered her a ride, and then given her advice on how to succeed at the career fair.
Her finger stroked over the smooth stone in her hand. It was just a stone, but it had been his. He'd carried it with him. And he'd given it to her. As a gift.
The warmth of the stone against her fingers reminded her of the warmth of his fingers around hers when he'd shaken her hand. There'd been a spark of interest in his warm blue eyes.
The waitress arrived with the wine she'd asked for. Except instead of placing a single glass full of wine in front of her, she placed an empty glass and poured from a blue bottle, then set it on the table.
"I'm sorry, there's been a mistake," Jessica said. "I ordered a glass of the house wine."
"I assure you, this is a much better choice."
At the familiar masculine voice, she glanced up to see Dane standing beside the table smiling at her. She pulled herself up straighter in the chair, her heart racing.
"How did you find me?"
"I wanted to invite you to dinner, so I called the closest hotels to where we met this morning and asked for you. When I found your hotel, you weren't in, so I stopped by the hotel and bribed the concierge for any information he might have about where you went. He remembered you calling down to ask for a recommendation on where to eat." He smiled. "And voilà, here I am."
She smiled. "So you were stalking me." She couldn't believe an important man like Dane would even give her a second thought.
"May I join you for dinner?"
His powerful masculine presence and devastatingly attractive smile dazzled her. She concentrated on keeping her breathing even.
"Well, I can't drink a whole bottle of wine by myself and I'd hate to see it go to waste."
He sat across from her and the waitress produced another wineglass, filled it, and set it in front of Dane.
He sipped it and smiled at her. "Very nice. What do you think?"
She tasted the wine and a subtle flavor of delicate fruits danced across her tongue. She didn't know a lot about wine, but she found this one delightful.
"It's very nice. Thank you."
"My pleasure." He ordered a seafood pasta from the waitress, then turned back to Jessica. "So how did it go?" He picked up the cloth napkin from his plate and unfolded it, then set it on his lap.
"All right. I handed in my résumé to about twenty-five employers. Some just answered general questions and took résumés, but about a dozen actually took time to interview me."
"Good. And did you follow my advice?"
She smiled and nodded. "Yes, thank you. It was very helpful."
"Then I'm sure you'll get some calls."
She wished she was as confident as he was.
The waitress brought their meals and she dug in to her salmon steak. She had barely eaten at lunch and was famished.
"I'm curious about this man you mistook me for this morning," Dane said. "Does he live in Philadelphia?"
"No. Right now, he's probably somewhere in California."
"Then why did you think I might be him?"
She shrugged. "Wishful thinking, I guess."
He offered her the basket of buns on the table and she took one.
"You know, when you first approached me in the coffee shop," he said, "I was hoping you were using an excuse to pick me up." He took a bun for himself and buttered it.
"I would never do that. When I realized you weren't Storm, I was so embarrassed."
He grinned. "I could tell by the way your cheeks turned crimson and then you fled. And I had so hoped you were secretly yearning to tear off my clothes and have your way with me." His eyes glittered with amusement in the candlelight.
She smiled. "Well, if that were true, it was only because I thought you were Storm."
"Then Storm is a very lucky man."
The way he said those words, in his deep, seductive voice, his gaze warm and appreciative, set her pulse racing.
She sipped her wine. This charming, attractive man had a very disturbing effect on her. She wasn't the type to jump into bed with a total stranger, but everything about him made her want to do just that.
"So you said I look a lot like this Storm?"
She gazed at him, taking in his square jaw, classic nose, and vivid blue eyes. The two men shared the same classic good looks and imposing presence, but up close, the resemblance wasn't as similar as she'd thought. If she was honest with herself, she'd have to wonder if her lingering feelings for Storm were making her see him in every handsome man she saw. A kind of wishful thinking.
"I don't know. You seem a bit older and more mature." She smiled. "Maybe it's the suit."
"So the question is, do you like older men?"
Her smile broadened. "Well, I suppose I could be convinced."
He sipped his wine and stared at her intensely. "That sounds like a challenge … and I accept."
And he wasn't kidding. All through dinner he was the most charming man she'd ever been with. He made her feel like the most beautiful, captivating woman in the world. That and the effect of his strong male presence had her practically panting for him by dessert.
The waitress poured their coffee as Jessica took a bite of her caramel crème brûlée.
"Why don't you tell me a little about Storm? Were you two involved?"
She swallowed a sip of coffee, trying to tamp down the painful memories his words brought up. She was tempted to change the subject, but she really hadn't talked to anyone about how much it hurt when Storm walked out of her life. Maybe talking about it would help.
"Yes. We were in love. At least, I was in love with him. I thought he returned my feelings, but a month ago he just decided to walk out of my life."
"Do you still love him?"
She drew in a deep breath, then pursed her lips. She missed him. Every day and every night. He'd been a sensational lover and, despite the bad boy persona, oh, so tender. She'd really believed he returned her love. She'd felt special with him. But he was probably like that with every woman he was with. He was sensitive and considerate. Very hard not to fall in love with.
But if he didn't return her love, how could she love him?
"No, I don't still love him." Even if that wasn't true, she was working to make it so. She had to.
"I'm glad, because I wouldn't want to steal you away from another man."
Her gaze jerked to his. "Steal me?"
He reached across the table and took her hand, then raised it to his lips. "That's right. When I take you back to my place."
Her back stiffened and she hesitated. She shouldn't be surprised. It's not like they hadn't been shamelessly flirting all through dinner, but it had all seemed unreal. They were just sharing dinner.
Now it had become all too real.
She'd never had a one-night stand. Her chest tightened at the thought of having sex with a stranger. Especially this handsome, determined, sexy stranger. He was way out of her league.
But the feel of his lips playing over the back of her hand sent a shimmer of heat through her. Then when he turned her hand and pressed his lips to her palm, she melted.
"I know you're considering saying no. But don't."
She stared into his mesmerizing blue eyes and felt her anxiety dissipate. She wanted to be with him.
But she was not comfortable going to his apartment.
She drew her hand from his seductive lips and shook her head. "I'm not going to your place."
He raised an eyebrow. "You're not?"
"No." She smiled. "But you can come to mine."
* * *
Jessica slid her key card into the slot then pushed open the door to her room. She had slipped off her coat on the elevator ride and now hung it in the closet along with her suit jacket. Once she stepped further inside, however, and saw the bed dominating the room, the heat that had been building inside her seeped away. Her heart thundering, she turned to face the virtual stranger behind her and tell him this was a big mistake.
"You aren't going to tell me you've changed your mind, are you?" He stood far too close, and it sent her senses reeling. Part of her wanted to run, yet another part wanted him even closer.
He stroked her cheek. The gentle touch sent shimmers through her. She gazed at him, captivated by the intensity of his eyes. Compelling. Inviting. And reminding her far too much of Storm.
Her heart clenched. She really couldn't do this.
"I'm sorry, I'm not sure we should—"
Before she could finish the sentence, he swept her into his arms and kissed her, his lips moving on hers with firm authority.
Being enveloped in his big, muscular arms, held tight against his solid chest, sent her heart racing. His tongue glided along the seam of her mouth and without thinking, she opened. He slipped inside, invading her with gentle strokes.
When he finally released her lips, she stepped back, needing a little distance between them.
"I have a theory." He stepped toward her and she took another step back.
"What's that?" Her words came out breathless.
"I think the reason you're nervous being with me right now is the same reason you're having trouble in your job search. Because you're uneasy around authority figures."
"I don't think that's true." But the words sounded uncertain even to her.
He took another step forward, and she stepped back again.
She hadn't realized how tall he was, and his shoulders were so broad. She felt a little intimidated, but then he took her hand and brought it to his mouth. Tingles danced along her arm and down her back at the feel of his lips delicately caressing her palm.
"I want to help you be comfortable with someone of authority taking charge." He smiled. "In fact, I'd like to show you that giving up control to someone else can be both stimulating…"—his mouth shifted and at the delicate play of his lips on her inner wrist, her insides quivered—"and pleasurable."
When he stepped forward this time, her backward step landed her against the wall.
"So, I'm going to take charge and you'll do exactly as I say."
"I don't think—"
His mouth captured hers again and her heart rate leapt. When he released her lips, she gazed into his inscrutable blue eyes in a daze.
"That's good. I don't want you to think. I want you to just do as I tell you." His quiet tone was calming and persuasive.
Oh, God, this was sexy.
"But the choice is yours," he continued. "I can leave now, or I can stay and we'll let this play out."
She gazed up at him with wide eyes, knowing she did not want him to leave.
At her nod, he smiled. "Good."
He stripped off his suit jacket and tossed it aside, then took her hand and guided it to his chest. "Now unbutton my shirt."
She could feel the solid muscles under the fabric. She swallowed at her deep desire to feel his naked flesh under her fingertips. Her resistance melted away and she released the buttons one by one, her throat going dry as she watched his tanned, sculpted flesh slowly revealed.
After she released the last button, he stripped off his shirt and tossed it onto his jacket on the floor.
He reached behind her head and unfastened the clip holding her long black hair in place. It tumbled around her shoulders and he stroked his fingers through it, then tucked it behind her ear. At the gentle touch, shivers raced along her spine.
His fingertips slid along her neck, down the V of her neckline, and then he released her top button. Then the next. At the feel of his fingers lightly brushing her skin, heat flashed through her.
Cool air caressed her skin as her blouse fell open. He drew it from her shoulders and it slipped down her arms. She sucked in a deep breath as she watched him gaze at her lace-clad breasts with admiration.
Then his fingers curled around her head and he drew her forward. As his lips approached, anticipation burned through her. She breathed in his spicy male scent, mesmerized by his compelling blue eyes filled with desire.
His mouth brushed hers and her knees went weak. His lips were coaxing at first, then demanding. He slid his tongue into her mouth and boldly explored. She sighed, stroking his tongue with hers as she melted against his hot, hard chest.
He stroked her back, then she felt the elastic of her bra loosen. He eased back, then guided her bra straps off her shoulders. The cups clung to her breasts for an instant, then the garment fell away.
Her cheeks heated at being half naked in front of him.
He brushed his thumb over her nipple and it blossomed into a tight bud. Wild sensations rippled through her. He brushed the other nub and it hardened, too.
"Take off your skirt," he murmured.
She reached behind her and unfastened the button, then drew down the zipper. As he watched, a glint in his eyes, she pushed her skirt down her hips, then to the floor. She picked it up and he took it from her hand and tossed it on top of his clothes.
"Now the pantyhose."
She wished she'd worn stockings and a garter belt, but she'd had no idea tonight would turn into a sexual tryst. She kicked off her high-heeled pumps and stripped off her pantyhose, tossing them onto the growing heap of discarded clothing, then stood before him in only her tiny panties.
He caressed her breast, sending electricity sparking through her. Her nipple thrust forward, pressing shamelessly into his palm.
Then his mouth swooped down on hers and his hard body pressed her against the wall. He pinned her wrists over her head with one hand as he continued to plunder her lips. Her whole body thrummed with need. At the feel of his thick shaft pressed tight against her belly, a small moan escaped her lips.
His gaze locked on hers. "I think you like a powerful man taking control."
His free hand glided down her arm, then across her stomach. The cadence of her heart beat accelerated.
"I … um…" She did, but she wasn't comfortable admitting it.
His possessive fingers moved over the crotch of her panties, then dipped under the fabric. She arched against him, her wrists straining against his grip, then sucked in a breath as he stroked over her slick folds and found the wetness there.
His deep blue eyes gleamed. "There's my answer."
She longed for him to slide his fingers inside her.
He smiled and drew his fingers from her panties. She held back a groan, wanting him to touch her there again.
He released her wrists and she watched him sink downward. She lowered her hands from above her head.
"No, keep them up."
His words, firm and authoritative, sent shivers through her. Without even thinking, she raised her hands again, keeping them above her head as if he still held them.
He stroked a finger over the top of her lace panties. "Very pretty. Would you like me to touch you here again?"
She shivered with need. "Yes."
His warm fingers were so near where she wanted them to be. He lightly dragged his fingertip along the elastic, then pulled it down slightly. Anticipation quivered through her.
Then he stopped again and she stifled a groan of frustration.
"Touch me again," she pleaded.
His smile broadened and he tucked his fingers in the elastic of her panties and drew them down. Slowly. His gaze remained locked