Brian led Myrna to the bedroom and closed the door. She looked up at him expectantly in the limited light spilling between the heavy drapes. He smiled, cupping her cheek and running his thumb over her cheekbone. This woman. This beautiful, intelligent, witty, fun, sexy woman. How could he not fall for her? He knew she'd crush his heart like a bug and didn't care. He wondered if she had marathon sex with every lover she'd taken. She was certainly eager and skilled. He didn't dare ask her. He didn't want to know that he wasn't special. Wanted to believe that he was the first, the only man with whom she'd experienced this level of passion. He could pretend. And he could indulge. If new experiences were what she wanted, he'd do his damnedest to give them to her.
