Packed With Pleasure. Lori Wilde

      “The lighting is just right. The music is smooth and sexy.” Her face took on a dreamy expression as if she herself were in that Paris hotel room. “The virgin is oh, so scared but she wants this so badly. Her knees tremble, her pulse pounds, her body heats up as he hands her a glass of champagne and speaks to her in the language of love.”

      Eden murmured something very naughty in French and his animal instincts roared through his body. It was all Alec could do to keep from pulling her into his lap and kissing her right then and there.

      Seemingly unaware of the physical turmoil she’d generated in him, Eden moved a palm in imitation of a panning camera. “The windows are open. The breeze blows her sheer nightgown against her bare legs. The playboy comes closer, a rakish gleam in his eyes. The inexperienced innocent wants him to teach her everything he knows.”

      Eden stopped.

      “Go on.”

      She glanced nervously over her shoulder. “We’re in a public place.”

      “And out of earshot of anyone.”

      She softened her voice so he could barely hear her. “In painstaking detail the playboy tells her exactly what he’s going to do to her before it happens. How he’s going to undress her. How he’s going to run his hot hands over her silken body. How he’s going to suck her nipples until they are hard pebbles in his mouth.”

      The hairs on the back of his neck raised and so did something far south of his neck. He was going to have to stop her from continuing or embarrass himself.