Bella’s dark eyes glimmered with a sudden, hungry desire, and a slow, wicked smile curved over her lips.

Without a word, she rose from the couch, her body trembling with unsteady movements.

She swayed for a moment, the floor tilting beneath her, before forcing herself into two awkward, unsteady steps toward the low, wooden coffee table, her fingers brushing its edge for support.

With a soft grunt, Bella sank to her knees on the rug, leaning forward so that only her upper body rested on the ...