His long lashes fluttered as he half-opened his eyes, still heavy with sleep. "Awake?"
I nodded, trying to slip out from under the covers, but his long arm reached out and pulled me close. He wore that devastatingly handsome face with a half-smile, his gaze knowing and teasing. "Don't move."
I...
He always looked so proper and restrained—yet in private...
"I'm hungry!" I sucked in a breath, my face already burning red.
He hummed, voice rough and low, drawing me even closer.
I...
"Maxwell Harrington, you cad!"
After that, I felt like some kind of masochist. In the bathroom, I scrubbed myself over and over, yet that scent still clung to me.
He followed me out of bed, stepped into the bathroom, and wrapped his arms around me from behind, a faintly wicked glint in his eyes.
I ignored
