With the garment removed entirely from her body, his hands slid under her bare thighs, tenderly pulling them apart. It was nothing like the fierce, demanding way he'd done the night he'd thrown her to the floor naked and demanded she leave. Every touch of his fingers, every flick of his tongue, every brush of his lips was gentle, tender. So unlike how he usually touched her, she was able to close her eyes and imagine that there was someone else pulling the deep moans out of her body. She never expected the night to end up where it did. Never did she think that he would make every cell in her body tremble.