Grayson's free hand slid down her torso to the waistband of her sensible skirt, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His fingers danced along the edge of the fabric, teasing and promising at once. "Let me touch you," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear, making her shiver with anticipation. "Let me make you feel good. Let me watch you come undone."
Honey's breath caught in her throat as heat pooled between her thighs. Her mind screamed caution even as her body betrayed her with its obvious need. "Someone could come in," she protested weakly, glancing nervously at the door while her pulse raced beneath his touch. Every rational thought in her head was drowning under waves of desire.
"The door's locked," he reminded her, his voice a velvet rumble that vibrated throug
