His eyes were so piercing that she almost believed him. It was as if his eyes numbed her body, allowing her no escape. His finger moved, brushing across her lips on its way to her cheek.
His eyes followed the finger and her eyes were on his gaze. His finger stroked down the side of her face to her throat. Instinctively, she tilted her head back.
She may not want him to make love to her, but in a way she did. She wanted a man to make love to her, to hold her and touch her.
The thought sent a shiver through her and she found she was excited at the thought of this compelling man making love to her. Under his touch she fought for control, trying her best not to let him see how much she wanted him to continue - even when she protested against it.
His mouth met her throat and she closed he
