She lay there, staring up at the ceiling, anticipating what was to come. Could she really go through with this? Sex with a stranger? When for most of her life she was taught it was wrong? That it meant she was brazen and that men would no longer see her as a lady, or one of God’s daughters, but just as a sexual plaything? She rolled over and groaned. Being Jace’s plaything doesn’t sound so bad… The biggest problem was allowing a man to get that close to her. Allowing him to gain pleasure from her body. Worse still, enjoying his pleasure and losing control — control she had fought so hard to maintain. A knock came at the door, quicker than she had expected. She leapt out of bed and seized the crumpled robe from the floor. The door clicked and Jace entered, holding the hotel’s spare security card. Natasha only had time to press the robe against her naked body and turn on the bedside lamp, setting the room in a warm glow. ‘You came.’ He entered, smelling as though he’d just stepped out of the shower.
