Ross smirked at her reaction, his ego clearly satisfied by her stunned expression. He took a slow step forward, closing the distance between them with a predatory confidence.
"Don't worry, Cate," he murmured, reaching down to brush a hand along her thigh, his touch searing against her heated skin.
"That's what they all say at first." He leaned in, his lips hovering just above hers, his breath fanning over her flushed face. "But once you've had it… you'll be begging for more."
Cate swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. She wanted to protest, to say something, anything—but her mind was clouded with lust, her body betraying her completely.
And then he was over her.
Ross covered her body with his own, his warmth seeping into her skin, his weight pressing her down into the mattress.
He didn't bother with the rest of her clothes—there was no patience left, no time for drawn-out teasing.
