She smiled against his throat. Jarek made her feel like a woman-feminine, desired, pampered, thoroughly loved. Black and tight, very proper in the front and sinfully low in the back, the dress emphasized Leigh's curves and had just the effect on Jarek that she wanted. She wore the necklace and no other jewelry to distract from it.
As those dark green eyes slowly traveled down her body and up to her face—she knew that Jarek desired her, that he was remembering how they had made love several times during the night. The impact was enough to weaken her knees and start her senses humming. She saw him over her, arms braced, his possessive hungry expression, and she carried with her the sensual lodging of his desire within her throughout the day. She had no doubt that he intended she remember, too. Each touch had been a calming, a temptation for her to answer and make.
Marcella came to smile seductively at Jarek as she tapped Leigh on the shoulder. "May I cut in?"
