Ross took his wives one by one, with fierce, unrelenting passion, his touch setting skin ablaze. But to Jade, he gave something more—his undivided attention, a deeper, more intense kind of desire. He knew what she was up against.
Ross hadn't missed the way her eyes had darkened when she spoke of Thomas Jones, the way her voice had tightened. That man had stirred something in her, and while Ross trusted Jade, he also understood temptation.
So tonight, he made sure she felt it—his love, his claim, his fire.
By the time Jade lay beneath him again, her legs wrapped around him, her fingers tangled in his hair, she wasn't thinking of Thomas Jones at all.
***
"Ross, stop now—I'm going to be late. I really need to go," Jade said with a breathless smile, pushing lightly at his chest.
Ross didn't stop immediately. He never did. Instead, he looked down at her with that feral glint in his eyes, the same one that never failed to make her shiver.
