FLORA’S POV
“You okay?” His voice was a low rumble, laced with a roughness that sent a shiver straight down my spine. I swallowed hard, forcing myself not to react to the heat emanating from him. His fingers tightened just slightly on my hips; a gentle but possessive touch that made every nerve in my body stand at attention. Then, ever so slowly, he turned me to face him.
“I—I’m fine,” I stammered, trying to sound coherent. But it was hard to think straight when I was plastered against his bare, sculpted chest, drenched to the bone, and struggling not to combust on the spot.
“You sure?” His eyes roamed over me, lingering on my face, my lips—my entire trembling body. Instead of stepping back, he leaned closer, his breath warm against the side of my neck. “You’re shaking.”
Of course,
