Chapter 253

Zavian’s dark eyes flashed with mischief as his hand moved even closer to the heated center of her body. “Did you like that?” he countered with provocative intent.

Emmeline swallowed hard, fighting to maintain her composure. “Is there... another spot on your upper body?” she asked barely audibly.

Zavian’s answer caught in his throat when her hand moved lower to his pelvis.

His entire body tensed and his lips parted slightly as he exhaled a shaky breath. “The pelvis,” his tone wad strained.

Emmeline smirked, reveling in her small victory. “That makes three,” she said with pride.

But the sensation of his hands on her thighs was rapidly unraveling her self-control. Every touch sent waves of heat coursing through her, and though she tried to play it cool, her voice wavered as she added, “The last one must be lower.”

Her hands slid to his thighs, soft but deliberate.

“Fuck!” Zavian cursed under his breath, his head falling back against the wall.<