And then he was stroking her-caressing her brows, her forehead, temples, cheekbones and jaw. He was touching her softly and reverently, the way he had at the club. But unlike that night at the club, she wasn't half out of it and she savored these touches, holding her breath at the way his big, powerful, potentially hurtful hands stroked her so tenderly. She leaned her face into his touch, eager for more, never wanting him to stop.
