Sheila’s POV
The moment the words leave his lips, the room shrinks. Every sound outside disappears. The only thing that exists is him, warm and heavy, pressing into me, claiming me in ways I don’t even want to admit I need.
I inhale sharply, trying to steady myself, but my body betrays me. Every nerve ending hums, every muscle tightens, and I can feel the heat pooling low, spreading, demanding more than my brain can handle.
Brendan leans closer, lips brushing mine again, just enough to make me shiver. His hands move with deliberate weight, sliding down my sides, feeling me, grounding me even as he teases.
“You’re trembling,” he murmurs, voice low, possessive. “Do you feel it as much as I do?”
“I…” I can’t form the words. My mouth opens, closes, my throat tight. All I can do is nod, he
