She sifted her tongue past his lips and opened for his sweet invasion. A breath-defying kiss ensued that had her curled over his strong forearm and grinding her hips into his. He demanded and she gave, her actions fueled by lust that had remained concealed for ages. With an impatient motion, Trenton pushed the robe from her shoulders and uncovered her nakedness. He stopped long enough to stare at her with his jaw tight and his irises a deep, mossy green. She stood there, wondering what he thought. Wondering if she at least met the minimum standard of what he was accustomed to. But he didn’t make a sound. He simply prodded her toward the bed until she fell backward into the pillows. Alannah waited as he continued to watch her, his mouth set in a grim line. She fought the urge to cover her body as bashfulness and excitement wrestled for supremacy under his gaze. His eyes ran from her breasts, over the sweep of her hips, down to her toes. The longer he looked, the more labored his breathing became.
