This would not be the time to move, he warned.
As if she didnt already sense that.
There was no way to ignore her physical response to Bens erotic foreplayif she could call it that. The fact that it was foreplay was still in question. The fact that it was erotic, however, was indisputable. All her synapses fired off as the knife blade was drawn slowly across her breasts and down her arm, across her barely parted lips and along the most sensitive skin at her neck. She shuddered deeply though she dared not move. No sudden jerks. No unexpected shifts. Her breath was halting, her attention focused on every move, and her mind aware that her body was long down the road toward what would become an overpowering climax.
Oh dear god! If I could only hold on! she heard the voice inside her he
