“I’m not going to let you go.” His fingertips trail down my body, around my back, his hand flattening over my ass cheeks. I want him to grab, to spank. Oh God, I know how crazy the s*x would be. Anger s*x. Makeup s*x. “But I can do other things for you, Hazel.”
With his other hand, he makes as if to cup my center, his fingers probing. I know that if he touches me there, I’ll be too tempted to let him go on.
I grab his wrist, shake my head, give him a soft but definitive shove. “No,” I say. “I want you to go. You owe me that much at least. Because, Carlo, if you’re going to try and stick to this whole baby-stealing s**t, you’re never laying a finger on me again.”
He stands there for a moment gazing at me with a solemn look in his eye.
Then, out of nowhere, he seems to remember that he’s
