His bed. The covers still rumpled from this afternoon’s wild love-making. Something electric quivered all the way through her. Why had he brought her here instead of taking her to her own room? Silly question. He aimed to take advantage of her while she was stricken… A low, self-denigrating moan escaped her as he slid her down the length of his body and set her on her feet. Who was she trying to fool? There was a fatal weakness in her where he was concerned, a deep craving that banished sanity and pride. And if he stayed this close to her one moment longer it would be she who would be taking advantage of him! Wanton heat was already pooling between her thighs and something caught at the back of her throat as she raised the sultry heaviness of her lashes and let her glazed eyes roam the savagely handsome planes of his face, meeting the slightly frowning, brooding intensity of those gypsy dark eyes. She shuddered convulsively as a wave of fierce longing flooded right through her. She needed to feel that sensually carved mouth on hers again, to take the thrusting masculine pride of his body into hers again—a need so desperate it ravaged her chaotic senses… Her bones shaking, she reached out to him, but… ‘You’re out on your feet, sweetheart,’ Ben remarked softly, placing his hands lightly on her shoulders, holding her upright as she swayed involuntarily towards him.
What do You think about The Billionaire Affair (2001)?
