Chapter 28

Diana felt the kiss flood every inch of her being. She tried to break away, but Michael held her closer and deepened the kiss. She felt an explosion of pleasure that started from the soles of her feet and continued an upward trend. Desire simmered between them, and it kept growing with every passing second. Michael swooped her up and carried her upstairs to her bedroom.

There was no rush, and in the future, Diana would never forget the entire night. She recalled every second of every minute. She recalled how she had looked at the drapes while he undressed her, the ceiling that seemed a million miles away, and the coldness of the wooden floors. She remembered all these details because she was so tense yet so wildly antsy with anticipation.

The memory that would, however, endure the most was Michael’s body. She knew he would be the closest she ever came to a surreal Greek god built for an exotic and erotic promise. Everything about him was unreal. She felt small as he wrap