ROBYN:
I stood, pushing his hands off me. "If you want to see the dress, you can wait for the ball next week. You'll see me in it with the rest of Thorne."
He chuckled as I turned to walk away, but his fingers caught my wrist before I made it two steps.
"Let go," I said. "I need to sleep."
"Do you?" His voice dropped, and my whole body went still. "Because I can smell your arousal from here."
Heat flooded my face instantly. I hated it—hated that no matter how angry I was, my body kept betraying me to him, over and over, like it had never gotten the memo that I was supposed to be furious.
"Don't you want to satisfy that?" he murmured, pulling me back toward him.
My throat bobbed, and before I could talk myself out of it, I let him kiss me.
His mouth moved over mine, hungry and insis
