“I saw everything.” I move closer still and place my fingers under her chin,forcing her gaze back up to mine. “Don’t be embarrassed. I could havewatched you forever.”
Her lips part. Shock? Lust? Her dilated pupils say that, beneath the flushedcheeks, she’s burning up with the same things surging through me.
“Tell me,” I growl again. “Who were you thinking of?”
I press my fingers against her lips, turning them a darker shade of pink. Soplump and juicy. So sweet, I’m sure—if only I’d let myself taste them.
“You,” she says softly. “Only you.”
“Tell me what you were thinking of. I want the whole fantasy. Every lastdetail.”
Wren winces like I’m hurting her. She’s leaning away from me ever-so-slightly, I notice—and we can’t have that now, can we? So I gr
