Alysia, you can’t afford to dawdle. My parents will be here very soon. And trust me, you won’t endear yourself to my mother if she finds you undressed.”
She couldn’t move, couldn’t tear her gaze from him. He looked so cool and calm, so perfectly controlled, while she felt like a ball of warm wax, soft and changing, helpless in his hands.
She still felt him everywhere in her, on her, near her. She felt his mouth and hands, felt her body respond, and the dull pain in her heart.
Covering her heartache, she gave him a defiant glare. “Why not? You undressed me.”