she tripped over a large stick and fell to the ground . she 'd pressed him for his location , pretended she was still in love , even used his desire for her against him . he wasnt decked in the usual array of black velvet and leather you saw in places like this . this might not be so bad . were going back to cotton , i told them . his fingers were here , there , everywhere , turning her whole body to fire . there is nothing to worry about , sir . 