Sophie leaned against Henry’s side, his broad palm resting lightly on her knee. Their eyes met, and her lungs constricted in her chest as he held her hungry gaze with his own. The limo pulled up to Henry’s complex and he slid out of the back seat, his eyes still lingering on her. Sophie sensed desire in the heat of his stare and the tick in his jaw, but there were other emotions too. A hint of surprise around the corners of his eyes and a flicker of hope in the determined set of his strong chin. He reached his hand out to her. She studied him, tall and handsome and holding all those emotions in check. Giving her a choice. She’d thought she’d made it back at the hotel, but his demeanor said differently. He was clearly trying to convey that she could change her mind right now and he would have the driver take her home. If she wanted. Did she? Her body wanted her to stay. It vividly recalled his every masterful touch, the rich sound of his voice as he’d told her to take off her clothes, the delicious friction as he’d slid inside her.
