He was even better-looking in person than in his pictures, and she cupped his cheeks as she kissed him back, loving the faint hint of stubble beneath her hands. The warmth of cedar came from whatever soap or body wash he used, and she melted when he bit her lower lip hard enough to sting. He murmured, “Be still, sugar.” A shiver raced up her spine, leaving hot desire in its wake. He knew exactly what to say to drive her crazy because she’d told him all of her sexual fantasies while they corresponded. It had started out with mild flirting, and then she’d come home very tipsy from an industry party one night and written him a long and rambling letter including her fantasy about a man taking charge in the bedroom. Not that she was into the whole BDSM thing; she just liked it when a man knew what he was doing and what he wanted her to do. So as he kissed his way across her cheek and down her neck, she fought the urge to writhe against him. He held her waist with one hand, slowly stroking her skin through the thin fabric of her dress with his thumb, making her melt.
