Frost had watched with pride as Lacey walked through his home. He liked the way she ran her hands along the back of the couch. It reminded him of when she ran them over his body. He wanted her, needed her.
He followed her into the living room, pausing to admire the sweet sway of her hips as she climbed the three steps leading to the terrace doors. His eyes darkened as he remembered what she looked like standing naked in the kitchen as he bent her over her small table.
He opened his mouth to ask her if she wanted anything to eat or drink before he made mad, passionate love to her. He was only going to give her the one chance for a reprieve before he took her to his bed and thoroughly loved every inch of her.
He swallowed hard when she turned to smile at him. His throat dried up as his sh
