His left hand traced a line over her spine then his right hand brought the zipper down over the curve of her bottom. Karen bit her lip. “So,” he began, “you’re not really Cheryl’s girlfriend… in that way?” “No,” she managed, at the same time holding her breath. The zipper completely undone, his hand lingered a moment before his lips touched the back of her neck lightly. “I told you… one day you may regret tempting me this way,” he murmured against her skin. “But not tonight. Good night, Karen.” He stepped away from her and she sighed. “Good night, Lord Ravenscar.” She heard him chuckle before he let himself out. Karen let the dress fall to the floor, then she pulled back the covers on Jay’s bed and crawled in. He took it rather mildly, she thought. Very British-like, Karen suppose
