...except that now, with her fingertips tracing burning paths over the sensitive scar tissue lacing his shoulder and collarbone, he had the sneaking suspicion that maybe, just maybe, Kami had the upper hand in this situation. He was the naked one, in her apartment...growing desperately impatient and increasingly aroused at her featherlight caresses.
Woman knew what she was doing, no doubt. And here he'd thought he was the seduction mastermind.
Normally he had more control than this, Shae tried to reassure himself as he abruptly leaned down and pressed his lips to the skin beneath her ear, closing his eyes and discretely inhaling the scent of her perfume. Well, so much for THAT line of questioning.