“Why did you stop?” she asked. He wasn’t exactly sure. He’d never been the sort to ask permission of his lovers. It had never seemed necessary. He took what he wanted and made sure they enjoyed the taking. But then, none of them had ever thrown him out of her chamber. Or turned down his proposal of marriage. “I don’t want to go beyond where you’ll welcome me,” he admitted. For the first time in his life, he wanted more than a bedding from a woman. He wanted her to accept him, all of him. And he wanted to accept her back. She cupped his hand with hers and brought it to her cheek. Then she turned her head and pressed her lips on his palm. Jacob wished he could feel her soft mouth on his hand like that for about a week. But she turned to face him again, still nestling her cheek against his palm. “Where would you like to be welcome?” she asked. Her sultry tone plucked at his gut and made his balls tense. “I’d like to touch your face,” he lied. He wanted to touch her everywhere.
