Calmly, deliberately, he moved his hands down to her breasts and molded his fingers over them. Jay inhaled sharply, and he said, "Easy, easy," as he stroked the soft mounds.	"Steve, no." But her eyes were closing as warm pleasure built in her, her blood beating slowly and powerfully through her veins. His thumbs rubbed over her nipples and she quivered, her breasts beginning to tighten.	"You're so soft." His voice roughened even more. "God, how I've wanted to touch you. Come here, sweetheart.
Linda Howard, White Lies
romantic-suspense, thriller