QUOTE : Their gift-wrapped packages continued to pile up when they finally reached the floor he’d been waiting impatiently for. The music was quieter on the fifth floor, the displays even more elegant, the colors softer to complement the very expensive lingerie on display.<br />Valentina’s flush said it all, even before she spoke. “I can’t think of anyone who needs something from this section of the store.”<br />He let his gaze move over her flushed cheeks, her full lips, her too-bright eyes. “I can.” He moved close enough to slide the tips of his fingers over her hand in the barest of touches. “The next time I see you in silk and lace, Valentina, I want to know that I’m the only man who will ever take it off you.