She would likely have followed him into the jaws of Hell itself had that been where he led her, but his bed was a much more welcome destination even as her stomach constricted with a sudden onset of renewed performance anxiety.

Before he could turn around to face her again she wrapped her arms around him from behind, hands stroking his chest once more as soft lips were pressed against his back.

He was so strong, she could feel the power just below the surface, all that he was keeping in check for her. It made her feel humble and bold all at once.