The air around them changed and she was suddenly aware that she was not with a businessman in the room. But with a man, a strong man who had muscles that could hold her in place and do anything with her as he desired.
And she would let him. His care was making her a muddlehead.
"I.."
"We need to try." his voice came distant. She was not sure if he was talking to her or incoming himself but she was sure that he was talking about trying intimacy.
He leaned forward so abruptly she didn't have time to draw back. His fingers skated across her bruised cheek; his thumb settled at the corner of her mouth.Â
"We need to try it." This time he looked into her eyes with such a heated gaze that she regretted allowing him in her room. Not that she could stop him. But she felt trapped. And strangely enjoying it.Â
