“Don’t worry.” I give him a shove, but he’s like a big, sexy, infuriating boulder. He doesn’t budge an inch. “I haven’t forgotten how to walk.”
He trails me all the way back as I stomp up the stairs, standing close, like my shadow. The maid must have heard us coming, because she bustles out without a backwards glance.
I turn to Carlo to leave him with some choice parting words. But before I can get them out of my mouth, I feel his hands on me. One on my hip, tugging me close to him, and the other one on my throat, pushing me back against the doorframe, possessive and forceful.
I can’t help it; I let out a gasp. That gasp quickly turns into a moan as his hand slides up my bare leg. I feel manic and flushed from the run. Part of me wants to push him away, but it feels good, that’s the blu
