Trey knew exactly what she’d won, too—his heart. She’d unknowingly wooed him with her most powerful weapon. Her voice had stayed with him for months, and now he’d never forget it. Earlier tonight he’d been treated to her honeyed voice speaking in very explicit language that had driven him wild. But that had been child’s play compared to what she’d accomplished this time. Her sensual touch and seductive murmurs had woven a spell that had brought him to a fever pitch. He hadn’t merely wanted to have her. He’d wanted to ravage her. Holding himself in check had taken all his strength, and when she’d used her tongue to tease him, his control had snapped. He wasn’t sure if she’d meant to finish what she’d started, but he would have given her no choice. Whether she knew it or not, this level of intimacy had brought them to the soul-baring stage. But he didn’t dare tell her that. She seemed to think she was less inhibited with him because they knew so little about each other.
