The lock clicked like a gunshot in the silent bedroom. Harrison's body filled the doorway, moonlight spilled across his open black shirt and the hard lines of his chest. My silk nightgown suddenly felt transparent, I clutched the duvet to my chest, heart hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it.
“Please leave,” I whispered fiercely.
But instead, he stepped inside and closed the door with a soft, deliberate click. Those storm-gray eyes pinned me in place, dark with the same hunger that had undone me hours earlier in the bathroom. “We can’t pretend it didn’t happen, Ivana.”
My stomach twisted. “Watch me try.” You married my mother today, and she’s sleeping down the hall on your wedding night, and you’re here in my room like some predator.”
He didn’t flinch. Instead , he crossed the
