Chapter 17

The sight of him wearing something of hers sent a heady thrill through her, had her stomach going weightless and her breath hitching.

That flare of possessiveness she’d felt when she learned of his engagement sparked to life, stronger and more potent, burning away her better sense and lowering her inhibitions more effectively than the liquor. Something primal rose within her alongside it, pushing her to stake her claim, and the draw between them, that indescribable connection, tightened. As close as she was to him, it wasn’t close enough.

She wanted to touch him. To kiss him. To let him know she was interested. More than fucking interested. She wanted to throw caution to the wind, straddle his waist, and dig her fingers into his dark hair. She wanted to know what he felt like between her thighs and memorize the expression he made when he came.

Thanks to the alcohol, she was feeling emboldened enough to do it, too, except for the needling question that wouldn’t leave her a