Tried not to think about long slender limbs, a curvaceous body and the delicate arches of her feet. His body hardened. He brought it back under control. This wasn’t about attraction, or lust. It was about regaining control of the situation. The fabled control that had eluded him when they’d made love. It had never happened before and would not happen again. He also wanted the truth, and would have it, if it took him all night. And all of tomorrow. Pleasure at the thought shuddered deep in his bones. She’d heard of his reputation; now she would learn what it meant. And he would learn all of her secrets. A glance at the clock told him an hour had passed since she went upstairs. It was time. A sense of urgency shortened his breath. His loins quickened in anticipation. He set down his untasted brandy with deliberate care.
