Chapter Fourteen
Weakness
Deep pressure moved across her lower back muscles. His thumbs dug into her skin with the expertise and knowledge he"d learned during that year they"d lived together. He had not forgotten the tricks that would turn her on and make her eager for more of his touch.
Fasha was unable to smother the moan that rattled in her throat. She knew where this was leading. She knew what he intended to do. Seduce her. Turn her into a puddle of willing, hungry flesh.
This was wrong. She shouldn"t have agreed to come to his room and stay the night. She shouldn"t have allowed him to talk her into this arrangement. But she couldn"t help herself. Her feelings for him had never truly died. This job that had thrown them together and forced them to confront their past had done more t
