Thank God the fireplace in his bedroom was natural gas as well. It lent warmth and a dim, intimate light to the room, making Margot appear like some goddess of flame and shadow in its reflection as she laughed and set her glass of wine down on the nightstand, then pulled her sweater over her head. She did so with almost a forced boldness, as if she’d never done something like that before, had always waited for her partner to undress her.
He was hard already, watching her. No, scratch that — he’d been hard during almost the whole dinner, listening to the soft, low tones of her voice, seeing that tumble of dark hair fall free on her shoulders. He’d done his best to ignore his body’s response to her, but now that he was here with her again in his bedroom, he didn’t have to deny any longer wh
