Chapter 85

I’m too lost in how his nose is skimming my shoulder and neck, my skin erupting with goosebumps. The hand in my hair now trailed down my naked arm to my wrist and back up. He’s clever with his seductive ways, lulling me into a sense of soft security, teasing my body so I’ll open up to him. I don’t have the energy to fight it; I’m his captive when he touches me this way.

“She didn’t stop bringing men around her child, Cara Mia.” His voice takes on hoarseness, and I stiffen. I’ve told myself the same thing a million times, repeatedly. He’s not saying anything I don’t already know, yet it still hurts, like he’s thrust a knife into my chest to hear someone else say it.

“Why did you leave Chicago? Leave her?” His voice deepened, his hands trailing down my arms again, leaving gentle tingles on the surface. His face is back in my hair as he releases me a little. I want to melt into him and let him do with my body as he pleases. His touch sends searing pleasure wherever it lands