"Undress me," Nolan commanded, his voice low and dangerous.
Miranda's fingers trembled as she reached for his belt buckle. This was nothing like her relationship with Ryan, where sex had been predictable—always in bed, always with the lights dimmed, always following the same routine until they both drifted to sleep afterward.
This was raw. Primal. Frightening in its intensity.
"You're hesitating," Nolan observed, his steel-gray eyes watching her every move. "Last chance to walk away, Miranda. After this, there's no going back."
The challenge in his voice sent liquid heat pooling between her thighs. She'd never been so aroused by mere words, by the promise of what was to come.
"I'm not walking away," she whispered, finding her courage.
Her fingers worked the leather belt through the buckle, the metallic clink echoing in the quiet office. She carefully unfastened the button of his tailored pants, then slowly lowered his zipper, her knuckles brushing against his hardness beneath.
