Their Million-Dollar Night by Katherine Garbera

world. To reintroduce her to the pleasure of sensual delight and to her own body. He wanted—no, needed—to make her come apart in his arms.
    He approached the bed. “I think you convinced me that you want me.”
    â€œDid I?” she asked, a candescent light in her eyes as she watched him.
    â€œYes. Now, it’s my turn to convince you,” he said, knowing he had to take it slowly for her but unsure of his ability to do so. He wanted to claim her, tothrust inside her body and make her admit that he was her man.
    â€œHow are you going to do that?”
    â€œYou’ll see,” he said. Since she was on her side, he sank down next to her and lowered the zipper at the back of her dress. She rolled onto her back, her honey-colored hair spread out on the comforter and he felt that clenching in his gut as he realized that this woman was his. That she was here in his bed.
    He lowered himself next to her on the bed and kissed her, caressing her through her clothing. Rubbing his hands down her back, slipping his hand inside her dress to feel the smooth silk of her skin.
    He traced her spine down to her buttocks and cupped both cheeks in his hands, drawing her closer to his body. Her legs shifted, one of them draping over his hips so that he could get closer to her. He pulled her more fully against him and felt the warmth of her center through her skimpy thong.
    He slipped his hands lower, dragging her panties down her legs. They tangled in her shoes and he sat up, taking them off and then removing her shoes. He took one ankle in either hand and pushed her legs apart. She watched him and he waited to see her reaction.
    She pulled her dress up to her waist and then opened her legs wider. “Come to me.”
    â€œNot yet.” Starting at her feet, he traced the lines of her legs, all the way up the outside, skimmingover the tight curls at their apex and then back down the middle. She had two serious scars on her left thigh, and he ached when he touched them and she flinched. One of them was longer and deeper than the other. That was the one that had given her the limp.
    She rolled to her side, reaching for the bedside lamp. He caught her around the waist, holding her in place. He ached for her, for this woman who had lost so much of herself. He wanted to assure her that he’d just found her and he would shelter her. Even though those words felt foreign in his mind, he wanted to offer Roxy something he’d given no other woman. Not just in bed, either. In his life.
    He bent his head to her thigh and traced those angry-looking scars with his tongue. She quivered under his touch. If she pushed him, he’d let her turn out the light. But he really felt that, tonight, she needed the light on. If he let her hide from him now, she’d never stop hiding. And that wasn’t acceptable.
    He slipped his fingers between her legs while he kissed her thigh. She moaned as he slipped a finger into her body.
    He levered his body up until he lay behind her, her naked back to his naked chest. Her dress still covered her in the areas that he knew she didn’t want him to see.
    He slid his free hand under her body and rested it over her stomach, then gathered the material of her dress in his hand and tugged until it slid down-ward, slowly revealing her full breasts encased in pink silk and lace.
    As he kept his fingers moving between her legs, her hips picked up his rhythm, rocking in perfect counterpoint. He shifted her in his arms until she lay on her back.
    She reached up and held his head, brought her mouth to his as he continued touching her deep inside until he felt her start to tighten around his fingers. He thrust deeper inside her, petting her until the orgasm had rocked through her.
    Then he reached into the nightstand and took out a condom, putting it on with the same hand he’d just had in the warmth of her body. Her dress was bunched around her waist and he reached under her to undo