Jennifer's own body responded despite her attempts at control; she felt herself growing hotter, wetter, more alive than she had in years.
Ross's eyes locked onto hers, dark and commanding, and Jennifer felt a shiver run down her spine.
The intensity of his gaze, combined with the raw power of his body, made her heart pound and her mind spin.
She knew, in some deep, undeniable part of herself, that she was in over her head—and yet, a dangerous thrill ran through her.
Every instinct told her to run, but every inch of her body screamed to stay.
He leaned closer, letting his hands trace the curves of her body as his lips hovered near her ear.
His touch was firm, purposeful, teasing, and Jennifer felt herself trembling again.
"You feel that, don't you?" he whispered, voice low, seductive.
"You've been holding back… denying yourself… but I can feel it. Every gasp, every shiver… you want to be conquered."
Jennifer's mind swirled with conflicting emotions.
