She saw him walking toward her, and her heart raced. Just looking at him made her hot, and she couldn't wait to feel him inside of her...if that's what he wanted. His hand ran through her hair, and she groaned in pleasure...loving the tender gesture. She felt the bed dip, and then saw his boots go off and his pants follow.<br/><br/>The possessive way he ran his hand over her body pleased her, and he would be able to see the small and intricate designs that Valentine had made on her willing body. One on her left hip of a rose, and the other on her right hip...of the Ambrose family crest. They were slightly raised white scars, and she was proud of them.<br/><br/>At his direction, she nodded. She would gladly ride him. Sitting up, she crawled over to him and waited for him to get situated.