Reaching for the waistband of her knickers, he slides the silk all the way over her hips, his palms sweeping over her skin. He tugs them down her legs, caressing her stocking-clad shins and calves at the same time, before flinging the garment over the side of the bed among their other clothes.

Parting her legs with a sure touch, he kneels between her thighs, and leans over her on his hands on either side of her shoulders. She's in his shadow, under his heated gaze, under his hot, heavy breath that singes her cheeks and lips.

Every muscle, every nerve ending thrums, seems to say to her, Show me what you want.