From her side, she looked just as in thrall, just as helplessly turned on, but still like she wished for a pit to open up in front of her so she could dive in. He itched to reach across the table and touch her – to just hold both of her hands in one of his. He was sure that hers would be soft and delicate.
But it was too soon to touch her… Silver was a lot of bad things, but being a creepy groper who lunged at women in sort-of-dive bars and sexually harassed them wasn’t among his failures. No, he waited until a woman wanted to be touched – then he didn’t stop touching her until she passed out in his arms.
“I sure am, darlin’,” he drawled, exaggerating the fake accent to defuse the s****l tension a bit. Ana was looking awkward, and he wanted her to relax again. “My hands are my paycheck,
