He reached out, his hand sliding down to cup the curve of her hip; his touch was possessive and grounding. "He wants a pure and untouched wife, Ellie."
"He wants a partner to build a legacy with. But he doesn't know how to handle a woman because he's a nerd."
"He's too busy being 'proper' to realize that the most beautiful thing about you is the fire he's too scared to light."
He gave her a wicked, lopsided grin, his voice dropping to a low, predatory growl. "Well, lucky for you... I don't give a damn about being proper."
"And unlike Stanley, I don't like to keep good things waiting."
Mike's eyes darkened, the humor from his laughter morphing into a heavy, concentrated lust. He didn't move to strip her off immediately, but instead, he held her in that torturous space of tension, enjoying the way her breath hitched.
He wanted this to be more than just a physical act, but he wanted her to consciously choose to break her vows to a man who didn't even know how to hold her.
