Her voice, soft and husky, broke through his lust-induced haze. "You came into my room to tell me you don't hate me? Couldn't you have waited until morning when I'm dressed?"
Her voice broke and her body quivered, responding to his touch. He smiled a slow, wicked smile. Although she couldn't see him in the dark of her room, she must have felt the change in him, his shift from intruder to seducer.
"If I had waited until morning, I wouldn't have found you thus-standing under the moonlight, tantalizingly naked beneath a transparent night dress, and apparently quite greedy for my touch."
She trembled.
He couldn't help it, he thrust forward, his erection pressing into the small of her back. He slid his lips against the base of her neck, nibbling the delicious, heated skin there.