She was completely unable to finish her sentence.
Rowan moved his hands. He took his hands off the wall. He reached down and gently grasped the soft peach cotton of her morning dress. Very slowly and carefully, he slid his large, warm hands under the hem of her dress.
He moved his hands up, gently caressing the soft, bare skin of her lower thighs, just above her stockings. His touch was incredibly gentle, but it burned exactly like hot fire against her skin.
Delaney gasped softly. Her eyes flew open, but they were clouded entirely with deep, rising desire.
Rowan kept his hands resting warmly on her thighs. He lifted his head slowly from her neck. He looked directly into her eyes again. His expression was completely serious and devoted.
"If you are ever not satisfied," Rowan spoke firmly, his voice vibrating with sincerity, "always let me know. I am your husband, Delaney. It is my duty to ensure your happiness in every single way."
