Without warning, Ross swept Lois into his arms, lifting her effortlessly from her chair.
She gave a startled gasp, clutching at his shoulders as he carried her back up the stairs, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Ross… wait…" she whispered weakly, but the plea died on her lips when she saw the heat burning in his eyes.
That dark, unrelenting hunger sent a shiver straight through her core, making her thighs clench involuntarily.
The next thing she knew, she was on the bed, the mattress sinking under her weight as Ross loomed over her like a hungry sex monster.
His hands were everywhere—sliding up her thighs, gripping her hips, tugging the thin fabric of her dress until it pooled around her waist.
"God, Lois…" His voice was low, rough with desire. "You look even better in the daylight."
Before she could respond, his mouth crashed onto hers, stealing her breath with a kiss so deep it left her dizzy.
