His sky-blue eyes mesmerized me as they glowed softly from the flickering light of the fire. The snazzy jazz tunes created a sexy mood. The fingers sweeping over my shoulder and brushing against my neck served as soldiers of seduction, entrancing me and drawing me further into a sexual haze I couldn’t escape. I could barely breathe as his gaze remained locked with mine, heat and passion swirling in his azure irises. My breasts felt a little heavier with my own desire. My nipples were impossibly hard and in need of his touch. I ached for him to reach over and unbutton my blouse. Unfasten my bra and palm my breasts before sucking on my nipples. How my wanting him had gotten so out of control so quickly was beyond me. Or perhaps it had something to do with knowing firsthand how thoroughly he could pleasure me. He’d scratch that itch, all right. And then some. “Michael,” I said in a voice that did not sound like my own. It was much too sultry and provocative to belong to such a sensible woman.
