Clairessa’s POV
Gabriel paused, his chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily. His eyes, dark and wild with desire, searched mine. “Why?” he asked, his voice low and full of frustration. “You’ve made it clear you want this.”
His eyes roamed over my body, and I felt his lingering gaze on me. It made me painfully aware of how revealing my lingerie was. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I tried to look away.
“Mr. Storm... we can’t,” I murmured, unsure if I was trying to convince him or myself.
A sly smirk spread across his lips as he created a little space between us. “Can’t?” he teased, confidently. His eyes dropped lower, locking on my hardened n*****s that were pressing against the thin fabric. My body betrayed me again, responding to his presence without my permission.
My cheeks burn
