She hated the way she trembled, her sex throbbing and aching for him, the bolt of arousal that had knocked her off guard still forefront in her mind.His touch, though firm, had been gentle and controlled, and not urgent like she’d expected. The thought of his fingers running sensually over her skin and the expert ease with which he found her most sensitive core made her shudder. No fumbling. No misdirection. He knew exactly what he was doing and there was something dangerously appealing in that. Something that was equally as terrifying.Her resistance wasn’t going to last three days. Not trapped in there with him. The whole plan had been crazy. She needed out. Just a few hours and she was already questioning her convictions.It unnerved her how much she wanted him. And she knew it was wrong because it was nothing about feelings. It was sexual – pure and simple. The way she’d reacted to his touch in the corridor and in the interrogation room had only confirmed it - he had electrified her.
