I didn't move. I was pinned between the wall and the suffocating heat of his body.
The scent of him hit me, it was raw, and a mix of something sweet and something darkly masculine, and it flooded my senses until I was dizzy. My heart was thumping so hard I was sure he could see it jumping under the thin silk of my gown.
His eyes were like black glass, reflecting the dying orange glow of the fire. They dropped from my face, slowly tracing the line of my throat before stopping at my chest. I knew what he saw. My breathing was a mess, making my breasts rise and fall sharply. My n*****s were straining against the silk, hard and aching, begging for the touch of his calloused hands.
The heat between my legs was distracting me. I felt my arousal, a thick, slick ache that made me want to slide
