His deep voice rolled over her in soothing waves. “Not tonight. Not unless you ask me to stop.” His fingers played with the third button on her jump suit, and he captured her gaze with a burning light shining deep in his gray eyes. “Don’t ask . . . please.”The roughness of his voice, the pressure of his hand on her breast, suffused her with a need she refused to deny. Desire heightened to a tangible entity with every moment lost in his eyes. It caught in her throat; it came alive under her hands.She had known, long before he touched her, what the night would hold. Stranger, friend, lover, the progression was as old as time and new every time it happened. No matter the circumstances, no matter the briefness of the hours since they’d met. Love didn’t have to be slow to be real, and it was never rational. It came upon you like a kiss on a roof, surprising and tender, pulling at you and never letting you go. Jaz’s seduction of her heart wasn’t meant for denial, not tonight, not when she couldn’t ask him to stop.
