Renwick’s fingers slid up her bare thigh and under her nightgown. He hissed as his fingers trailed over her bare backside. Mindlessly, Rua’s fingers drifted down and began unbuckling his belt. She didn’t want to think anymore. “I want you,” she growled against his mouth as she freed him. She gripped his satin, hard length, positioning him between her legs. “Do you want me?” “Yes,” he gritted out as she moved him to her entrance. “Then have me,” she demanded, pulling his lips back to hers.
