The sudden absence of his touch left my skin cold, aching.
I blinked up at him, dazed, lips throbbing, core still pulsing with the echo of his thigh pressed between mine. My breathing came in shallow, uneven pulls, and I could feel the damp heat between my legs—embarrassing, undeniable proof of how thoroughly he’d unraveled me in under two minutes.
“You don’t have to apologize,” I managed, voice hoarse. “We both enjoyed it.”
His eyes flared again, but he shook his head once, and they returned to their normal color.
“Princess, you have no idea what you do to me,” He grumbled, taking another deliberate step back, putting a full arm’s length between us, though his gaze never left my face. “If I hadn’t heard that door creak earlier, I would’ve had you up on that desk by now. Skirt aroun
