The private clinic’s library was bathed in soft amber light.
Cattleya remained seated on the edge of the table, legs still loosely wrapped around Rusty’s waist, her breathing slowly returning to normal. The aftershocks of pleasure still tingled through her body, leaving her flushed and slightly dazed. Rusty held her close, one hand gently stroking her back beneath her coat, the other cupping the nape of her neck as if afraid she might vanish.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured against her temple.
“I’ve never…” She trailed off, embarrassed by her own inexperience.
Rusty pulled back just enough to look at her. His eyes—dark, ancient, and now glowing with a faint crimson hue—softened with something dangerously close to tenderness.
“I know,” he said simply. “And I’m trying very hard not to l
