Deidre knew she should stop him. Decorum demanded that she call a halt to this blatant intrusion, but sex was in short supply in her life at present. For the life of her, she couldn’t think of one good reason why she should stop. He pulled her to her feet and her hands rested against his heart. The steady thump told her she wasn’t dreaming.

 “What would happen if I touched you here,” his hand slid lower, cupping her through the thin material of her black slacks. She jumped. He smiled. “You would do exactly that.”

 Her breath lodged in her throat, and she closed her eyes, biting back a moan. She didn’t want him. She couldn’t want him. She didn’t know him. But her body wasn’t convinced.