I never thought one woman could undo me like this.
But here she was, bent over my sofa, trembling, fighting me with her words while her body betrayed her at every turn.
My palm rested against the curve of her lower back, steadying her, anchoring her to me. My hand slid lower, over the smooth swell of her bottom, and before I realized it, I had squeezed her, fingers digging in possessively. She gasped softly, and that sound… gods, that sound nearly shattered me.
She hated me, or at least told herself she did. But I could smell the truth. I could feel it in the way her thighs quivered beneath my touch, in the faint shiver that ran through her whenever my hand lingered. Her scent filled the air—rich, intoxicating, unashamed. She was drowning in need even as her stubborn pride fought to den
