He tugged lightly on her outstretched feet, set them on the floor, and knelt in front of her. “Untie your dressing gown.” There were a dozen reasons why she should not do as he asked, but she ignored all of them and loosened the sash at her waist. He was right. Guilt and worry had not served her well. Tonight, she needed to be with him, seizing happiness while she could. Possessively, he peeled open the sides of her dressing gown and growled when he discovered she wore nothing underneath. “Jesus, Meg.” He raked a hand through his hair like she’d be the death of him. He looked at her with undisguised hunger, letting his gaze linger on her bare breasts and the juncture of her thighs. He didn’t touch her, but her body tingled like he did. “You have no idea how much I’m going to enjoy this,” he said. Oh, but she had an inkling. She leaned forward, intending to wrap her arms around his neck, but he clasped her wrists and placed her hands firmly on the arms of the chair. “Keep them here.”
