- About the dream he had about me. - He brushed the tip of his nose against my neck and then planted a kiss on the line of my jaw, making me gasp.
- He hadn't forgotten the damn dream! What's worse, he was showing me that he wouldn't give up on hearing the confession come out of my own mouth.
- I... I didn't dream anything. - I insisted and tried to keep my hands on the Jaguar's bodywork.
- I've already told you that you're not good at lying, Darling. - Damien ran his hand down my waist and touched my exposed leg on the side of my dress. - I can find out for myself if you like.
- Damien... We've got to go.
- How did I touch her? - Damien kissed my lips quickly. - Like this? - He ran his hand down my leg and put a little pressure on my knee with his fingers.
I couldn't help but
