When the large, callused hand smoothed down her back to her bottom, Kate’s eyes popped open. Shock. Horror. Dread! Where was she? Her eyes finally focused and what she’d thought was a warm pillow was actually…a man’s chest! The black hairs on that male chest tickled her nose and she pulled back slightly. As soon as she did that, she felt the arms around her body tighten. Oh goodness, that leg! A long, muscular leg with a very enticing thigh pushed between hers. She gasped as the desire slammed through her again. Holding her breath, she willed the need she’d felt over and over again last night to go away. No luck! It was actually worse! The more she fought the desire, the worse it got. Or maybe it was just that way with Davis because she knew what he could do to her body, how he could play her senses like an orchestra. She shuddered, thinking of the previous night. Goodness, the way he’d made her feel! So hot! So needy and just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he would give her exactly what she needed. Him! Biting her lower lip, she used every ounce of self-control that she’d ever had in her life and fought the need to run her hand along his chest, to kiss the muscles right under her nose. No, she couldn’t do that again. She turned her head and looked at the clock on the bedside table. Oh no! It was already seven o’clock! She should have been at work an hour ago!
