"Don't," he snapped, though his voice was low and becoming rough.
Her hand slid over his chest, nails grazing through the fabric of his shirt. "Don't what? Don't remind me how good we are together? Don't tempt you?" Her lips brushed his jaw, warmly dangerous. "Don't make you forget her for just one night?"
His pulse kicked hard. He caught her wrist and shoved it back. "Gianna has nothing to do with this. Don't bring her into this."
"Oh, but she does," Whitney whispered, eyes flashing. "Sweet little Gia with her doe eyes and her sad smile. You're already breaking her heart tonight. You might as well make it worth it."
He clenched his jaw, fury and want colliding inside him. "This wasn't what I had in mind when you told me you wanted to have a talk. What we had is over, Whitney
