Chapter 20 The Edge Of Surrender

• Damien drew the blouse over Briar's shoulders, his movements deliberate, unhurried... almost possessive. The soft satin whispered against her skin before he tugged it off completely, letting it slide down and fall soundlessly to the plush carpet below.
• "What's this?" His voice was low, velvety, yet edged with authority as his fingertips brushed over the firm peak of her breast. He paused, his thumb grazing over the sensitive nub. "Your nipples are hard."
• Briar swallowed, her breath catching. "Yes, sir." Her voice was barely above a whisper, trembling with anticipation. The heat in her cheeks deepened as she shifted slightly on his thigh, unable to stay still under the weight of his gaze.