“I’m listening,” he said.
She unhooked her bra and drew it away from her breasts. His eyes tracked her movements, and his body tensed as if preparing to pounce and devour her. Never in a million years would she tire of the way this man looked at her—of the way he made her feel.
Desired. Cherished. Loved.
“Cade, I want to make love to you.” She held up her left hand and wiggled her manicured fingers. The square-cut diamond perched on the silver band caught the late-afternoon light slipping through the drapes. “Wearing only this ring.”
“Gorgeous, I’m your man.”