CHAPTER 8
Caleb appeared to figure out the direction of her thoughts. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against the soft skin just behind her ear. "Don't overthink this, babe," he said in that deep, gravelly voice that never failed to pique her interest. "We both got exactly what we wanted today. There's no need to ruin the mood with unnecessary details."
Yuria shuddered as his husky tenor caressed her senses, making rational thought difficult. Perhaps he was correct; why concentrate on possibilities that could go nowhere good? For the time being, she should simply enjoy the private conversations they had while Miranda was away.
Yuria turned in Caleb's arms, determinedly ignoring her anxieties, until she was straddling his lean hips, her tumbling hair creating a leather curtain arou
