"What do you want, Mrs. Turner?" His voice was low and deep and it made Hannah ache for his touch. She answered him as the smoldering flame of his appraisal penetrated her. "You. What . . . what do you want?" His eyes fell to the juncture of her thighs and the air around them electrified. "Just you." His answer, determined and intense, struck a chord within her and she wanted to give him anything and everything he desired. "You have me."
