He didn't need to touch to dominate—the way he occupied the space already did that for him. His firm posture, direct gaze, calculated silence… everything about him said he knew exactly what he wanted, and that she would feel it when he decided to take control. “Look at me.” His voice was low, husky, irresistible. She obeyed—not out of blind submission, but because desire pulled her in, overwhelming, impossible to contain.