His Ultimate Demand. Victoria Parker

a crystal tumbler of Scotch, raised it to her and took a sip.

      Ruby found herself moving forward before she’d consciously made the decision to.

      Her hand closed over the glass and stopped his second sip.

      He stepped back away from her but, hampered by the bed, he abruptly sank down. She took the glass from him and set it on the side table.

      ‘Drinking is not the answer. Trust me, I know.’

      Strong hands gripped the sheets as if physically stopping himself from reaching for her and he exhaled harshly.

      This close, the beauty of him took her breath away. His chest heaved again, the movement emphasising his stunning physique and golden skin.

      Fiery desire slammed into her so hard she reeled under the onslaught.

      Before she could stop to question herself, she slid her hands over his biceps. Warm muscles rippled under her touch.

      ‘What the hell are you doing?’ His voice was rough and gritty with need.

      Her face flamed but a deeper fire of determination burned within her. ‘I have a feeling it’s called seduction. I don’t know because I’ve never done this before.’

      She leaned in closer. He groaned as her hardened T-shirt-covered nipples grazed his chest. ‘Per amore di Dio, why are you doing it now?’