Chapter 59

Then he looked up—directly into her wary eyes. “This is no game we are playing here, Camille,” he said very seriously. “I am a very possessive man. If you stay with me now, if we do this tonight, you will belong to me. I will not tolerate anything less than your full commitment to me for as long as this thing lasts between us.”

He was talking more than a one-night stand here— which was a relief because she hadn't been sure, not when their feelings had been running so hot and fevered from the beginning.

And 'as long as this thing lasts' suited her perfectly. Better than a one-night stand, but also better than a fear of something deeper developing. For that could never happen—could not be allowed to happen.

“I understand,” she said.

Relief tautened the flesh across his chest muscles. But it did nothing for the silent war he was having with himself. One part of him wanted to just tell her to go, get out of here while she still had the chance to le