His eyes flared with need, and then, as if something snapped within him, he changed in an instant. Gone was the gentle, languorous lover. In his place was a man gripped by desire. His hands were everywhere, on her legs, around her waist, touching her face. And before Ann
knew it, her dress was gone, on the floor, She was completely nude,
and it felt very odd but somehow also very right as long as he was touching her.
He snaked a hand between them and touched her. She was ready—more than ready for him. He
slipped one finger inside of her, grinning with satisfaction as her entire body jerked and tensed
around him.
"That's very..." Her voice was raspy, her breathing laboured.
"Very..."
"Strange?" he finished for her.
She nodded.
He smiled. Slowly, like a cat.
"You'll get u
