A tense silence twisted between them.
Libby hesitated, torn between the weight of her desire and the ignobility of inviting into her bed a man who had no regard for her, thought she was nothing but a gold digger.
She shivered violently and Marc pulled the robe closer around her. “Let me help you out of those wet things,” he murmured playfully, and leaned closer to kiss her again.
Libby kissed him back tentatively, and suddenly the caress deepened, sensuality heightened and she forgot her misgivings…forgot everything except the raw primal need that was racing between them.
“Okay, you can take me to bed.” She whispered the words against his lips. “Just this once…but it doesn’t mean anything….”
Even as she spoke he was swinging her up into his arms.