Chapter Sixty Four: Born To Be His Wife

He exhaled.

“Yes.”

With tantalizing slowness, she ran her hands along the edge of the

waistband, and then—and then—he held his breath as she reached beneath

the silk. She stroked the hardness of his shaft, running her fingers along the

ridges and tip.

He heard a low hoarse gasp, and realized it was his own. Her eyes were

huge as they met his. And then...

She suddenly smiled.

It was a smug, feminine smile, full of infinite mystery and pride—as if

she’d realized the depths of power she held over him, as she held him

completely in her hands.

She pulled down the silk, revealing his body completely to her gaze. She

ran her hand over him, exploring. His breathing became ragged. He closed

his eyes. Her slightest touch made him wild. He felt as though he could

explode at any moment...

No. His eyes flew open, narrowed. With a growl, he pushed her back

against the bed. Pulling at her panties, he tugged them slowly down her legs

and tossed them to the carpeted sand. He stroked her calves, her kn