Creed’s pov.
“You tell me,” Cora whispered breathlessly, my lips were mere inches from hers and every inch of her face showed complete interest, my eyes dipped to her lips, the same lips that had skillfully brushed over mine last night.
It was a mere ghost of a kiss last night, but now… now I wanted to bury my fingers in her hair and taste her the way I’ve been craving since the very moment we f*****g met.
But there was restraint, not because I enjoyed torturing myself by keeping her so far away from me, but for her own sake and the sake of what she’d been through. The sake of what I could do to her.
Did she really want this? Or did she feel like she owed me this just because of everything she has been through? Is this another ploy to seduce me and stay in my good graces?
Those que
