Her wrist is grabbed and she is turned around right into his arms. He looks half-panicked, but the look is morphing into something far more powerfully seductive.
"Name it." He says, hands moving slowly to her hips and gathering the material of that sundress between his fingers and barely keeping himself in check. "Any fantasy you ever had." He pulls her in closer and murmurs into her ear. "Consider it granted." Just do not go. "Because it has been everything I could do since Medieval Times to keep my hands and eyes off you."
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