“Put your hands on me; get comfortable with being close to me, taking what you want. Nothing is off limits." Oh, God. I want that. He is acres of smooth, slick skin and rippling muscles. I'd touch him all night and then lose my ever-loving mind. "How is that not sex?" "Because it's only you touching me." His gaze glides over me like liquid silk. "Do you want to?" The breathy "Yes" is out of my mouth before I can think. His nostrils flare, the look in his eyes pure temptation. "Then touch me, Delilah.”
Book:Dear Enemy