"You don't really want me to stop," he said against my throat. "Your pulse is racing. Your breathing has changed."
He was right. I could feel my heart pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.
His hand slipped down to rest against my waist, his fingers tracing small circles through the thin fabric of my nightgown. The touch was light but it made my entire body feel like it was on fire.
The same fire Darius had ignited in me just hours ago.
The thought made me feel even worse about myself. How could I be responding to both of them the same way? What kind of person was I?
"Tell me you don't want this," he challenged softly.
I opened my mouth to say exactly that, but no words came out. Because the truth was, I did want it. Despite everything logical in my mind screaming that this wa
