Rowan could actually feel his blood hot, rushing rapidly to his head. His heart hammered against his ribs with frantic, deafening thuds. His breathing instantly turned harsh and incredibly ragged.
Down below, hidden completely beneath the fine, dark wool of his tailored trousers, his body completely betrayed his polite intentions.
The intense heat of his deep desire flared up instantly. He felt his hard length struggling urgently, pressing tightly against the restrictive fabric of his clothing. He wanted her with a desperate, completely primal hunger that terrified and consumed him all at once.
He tried to speak. He tried to tell her to step back, to warn her that if she continued, he would not be able to stop himself.
"Del..." Rowan managed to say. His deep voice was a rough, broken, gravelly sound. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He tried again, his hands gripping her waist almost desperately. "Del..."
