Jasmine threaded her hands into Caleb's hair, holding his head in place, her soft little moans like music to his ears. When he had taken his fill he locked his gaze with hers, reading in her eyes the same intense desire and need that gripped every bit of his body.

"If I try to stand up any longer," he told her in a shaky voice, "I'm afraid I'll fall to the floor. I need to take this someplace more conducive to what I have in mind."

"And what is that?" Her lips curved in ...