With one swift movement, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants, pulling them down slowly and letting them fall to the floor. He shifted again, his large frame pressing her firmly into the couch as he positioned himself between her legs. His hand slid down her thigh, gripping it firmly as he pulled her leg up over his shoulder. That act alone was enough to send sparks of desire coursing through her.
“You look lovely like this,” he said. His eyes flicked between her flushed face and her exposed breasts. “All laid out for me.”
Meredith felt a wave of heat spread across her skin, but she refused to let him have the upper hand completely. She reached out, her fingers brushing down his chest, teasingly slow as she tugged at the hem of his shirt.
“I could say the same
