Mine Alone: you belong to me
As if he wanted—no, needed—it to go on, until the end.
She watched his face as her hand massaged. The muscles along his square jaw jumped and his sensuous lips parted.
Damien Vane was a gorgeous man. No wonder he had so many women. The thought of that long list of mistresses, and the angry wife, made Abbey's hand miss a beat.
But Damien didn't appear to notice. His Adam's apple leaped once, twice, and his hand found Abbey's leg again. He pushed her skirt up the short distance it needed to go so he could get his hand inside. He rubbed against the damp panties, pressing her swollen folds.