With the tender care of a man in love, Reagan gently lowered Amelia to the ground. His gaze lingered on her with an intensity that was both voracious and reverent. Then, as if propelled by an unseen force, his hands moved swiftly to undress her, tearing away her clothes with such urgency it seemed as if his very survival hinged upon it.
Amelia was taken aback by his sudden fervor. By the time she registered what was happening, she found herself clad only in her undergarments. A blush of embarrassment crept up her cheeks and stained them a vibrant red.
Reagan stepped back, creating distance so he could fully appreciate the sight before him. His eyes drank in every curve of her body as if he had been starved for eternity. She was the epitome of feminine allure—an embodiment of everything a
