ith a hint of mischief. It was like fine sand trickling down, with a subtly alluring quality. She shook her head, her scalp bobbing like a tambourine. Her small hands fumbled and clawed at it, but cou...dly caressing her small hand, allowing that unspoken ambiguity to continue overflowing. After entering the elevator, he stood close to her, so close she could smell the masculine scent emanating from...