Lena stiffened. "I won't."

"Then I'll step out right now and tell your boyfriend we were just having a cozy little chat about old times. I'm sure he'll understand."

"He's not my boyfriend," she snapped, too quickly.

"Is that so?" There was pure amusement in his voice. His hand slid around her hip, palm flattening against her lower belly, pulling her back tighter against him. His other hand resumed where it left off, finger slipping under the hem of her panties to the bare curve of her ...