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The pitch-black room and confined space heightened her senses, sending them clear to the floor above. She bit the inside of her cheek to stifle a moan, but his hands. Oh those naughty hands, lowered, slightly lifting her skirt until his fingertips touched the tops of her garter and stockings, lazily caressing the exposed skin.


“Sexy Emma, what I wouldn’t give to see the sight of you wearing these.” He fingered the lacy edge. “Wearing only these.”


Then without hesitation, he pressed his mouth to her neck. A favored spot it seemed, and time hadn’t changed that as he scattered hungry, open-mouthed kisses to the delicate skin. He feasted as though he’d been ravenous. She hadn’t been the object of a man’s desire in years and was willing to be this man’s last meal.