Chapter 31
The cool night air of the Cotswolds drifted through the open balcony doors, but inside the suite, the atmosphere was thick with a heat that had nothing to do with the hearth. Julian pulled Siena away from the moonlit view, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he were memorizing the way her shadow fell against the floor one last time before the light was gone. He reached for the zip of her charcoal dress, his fingers brushing against the warm skin of her back. He felt the slight shiver that raced through her—a reaction he had learned to trigger, but one that still made his own pulse kick. "No more blueprints, Siena," he whispered against the curve of her neck, his breath ghosting over her skin. "Just this." He turned her around, his hands framing her face. The raw diamond necklace
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