He wanted for her to put down that wine glass and shake her hair out of that messy topknot, so that it tumbled dark and lovely over her shoulders. Then he wanted her to crawl over to him, slowly and gracefully like a sinewy little cat, holding his gaze the whole time. Then he wanted her to crawl up onto his lap, straddle him with those gorgeous thighs, curl up against his chest and breathe his name just before he kissed her.
And then – well. Then he’d ravish her. Repeatedly. Moves one through twelve would take place, of that he had no doubt.
But it was probably better not to say any of that. After all, he’d agreed to be friends with Jolene and to not make a move without her say-so – and so far, she’d given no signal that she was ready for that. Maybe she never would be and even though Si
