JaneVera's POV
My breath caught. His nearness was magnetic, his touch was almost unbearable. Then, with one smooth motion, his hand slid from my ass to my waist, his fingers tightening with quiet possession as he drew me back against the solid heat of his chest. Before I could react, he spun me effortlessly and lifted me onto the edge of the table.
He leaned in again, guiding my arms up around his shoulders. My fingers brushed the hard lines of his bare muscle, and a gasp escaped me when my palms met his warm, strong skin. The contact sent a shiver racing through me, stealing my breath.
His hands found my hips again, anchoring me, possessive yet grounding, as he stepped closer, closing the space between us until my dress slid higher up my thighs and his hips pressed firmly between them.
