"The night is still young... and we have far too much left to do."
The words rolled off Alex's lips like a dark, hypnotic vibration, rumbling directly through Naomi's spine and sending a molten ache coiling straight into her belly.
She was completely pinned. Seated firmly across his thighs with her back flush against the unyielding wall of his chest, there was no escaping the suffocating heat of her predicament.
Beneath the thin, friction-slick crimson silk of her dress, the heavy, rock-hard ridge of his erection pressed firmly against the curve of her backside... an undeniable reminder of the predator holding her. At the same time, his large hand rested heavy over the swell of her breast, fingers splayed wide in an unapologetic claim of ownership.
Naomi's breath hitched, coming in shallow, ragged shudders. Never in her wildest, darkest fantasies had she imagined a situation spiraling into something this overwhelmingly hot, this raw, and this dangerously erotic.
