Chapter 35
The cookies were forgotten. The oven remained cold.
Thy kissed her, and it tasted like whiskey and obsession. He devoured her right there on the kitchen island, amidst the flour and the sugar. His hands were everywhere, claiming her, branding her.
He pulled back just enough to look at her. Her hair was messy, her lips swollen, a streak of flour on her neck. To him, she was the most breathtaking thing in the universe.
"You ruin me," he admitted, his voice ragged. "I sit in meetings, destroying companies, and all I can think about is this. You. Here."
He traced the line of her throat with his thumb, resting it over her pulse. "You walk into a room, and the air changes," he murmured. "You have this... innocence. But then you look at me with those eyes..."
He leaned his forehe
