Chapter 30

“Then what is wrong?”

Camille glared up at him. “Beyond the fact I feel cheap and soiled after being mauled by you?”

The moment the words left her lips, she knew that bringing up the subject had not been a good move. One corner of his fascinating mouth twisted into a mocking half smile, though it was not mockery that put the heat in his stare.

“You did your fair share of mauling.” He thought of her small cool hands moving over his skin and cleared his throat before tucking his already tucked shirt back into his trousers again. The mortified colour rushed to her cheeks, her eyes locking of their own accord onto his mouth.

She tried not to remember the taste of him, the warm texture, the…

Camille inhaled and pushed away the intrusive memories, wrapping her arms around herself to disguise the fact she was shaking. It was hard to occupy the moral high ground when you’d just acted like a sex-starved bimbo, she thought, watching him casually straighten his ti