Chapter 29
Wren
I’d known before heading out on our date that I would end up beneath Blake, and I hadn’t been able to think about anything else the entire boat ride. Well, all week long really.
My skin burned for his touch, and every swipe of his tongue and chaste, soft kiss from his mouth roused me to the point I squirmed on the cushion beneath me.
I would be the death of him, he’d claimed.
A snort left me.
Quite the opposite, I wanted to state, but his hand sliding up beneath my dress along the outside of my thigh stole the words off my lips.
He set aside his empty wine glass as his palm grazed over my bare hip. Then he reached for mine and did the same.
“Come here, little birdie.”
I couldn’t even be mad at the annoying nickname…perhaps it wasn’t so bad after all.
That large ha
