What the hell was she doing? She had to know this was a bad idea; that there wasn’t a man alive who would have enough control over himself to stop this. His fingers dug painfully into the palms of his hands, and he gritted his jaw so hard the muscles there convulsed in protest. But inevitably, he was going to lose this fight. He knew it. If she didn’t stop…
“Michael…” she whispered to him as her fingers moved to his chest, outlining his muscles as her hand moved across him.
He could hear it loud and clear in her whisper—desire, hunger, longing. It was too much. He’d wanted her like this since the moment he first saw her. He’d reined it in again and again, but the feel of her hand on him combined with the passion in her whisper, it was just too much.
“Damn it, Sarah. What the hell are yo
