“Come here,” Rowan commanded, his voice deep, velvety, and laced with wicked intent.
Shanna hesitated, already knowing what he wanted, already feeling the electric tension crackling between them. But the moment she locked eyes with him, resistance became futile.
Slowly, deliberately, she stepped forward, placing her feet outside of his, her body brushing against his. The crisp fabric of his starched shirt teased her already peaked n*****s, sending a jolt of awareness through her.
“Close enough now?” she murmured, her breath fanning against his lips.
Rowan’s dark gaze darkened, his hands trailing down the length of her arms, the heat of his touch searing her skin. Then, without warning, he gripped her buttocks, fingers digging into the soft flesh possessively before one hand lifted—and
