"I didn't."
Thomas Shannon's thin lips pressed against hers. His breathing was heavy, his voice low and hoarse. "Didn't you see I'm trying to please you?"
Pleasing her?
What kind of pleasing was he talking about?
Sophie Sullivan pushed him away, her delicate body nimbly rolling to the other side of the bed. "Don't touch me."
Not touching her was impossible.
The handsome man's lips curved into a smile, his usually cold, hard eyebrows now tinged with a wicked, alluring charm. He reached out and grabbed her slender ankle.
"Fennie, you're seducing me."
"To hell with you."
Sophie's soft, tender feet pressed on his chest. "Who's seducing you? Shameless!"
The man's wicked gaze trailed from her face, slowly moving down, and finally resting on her lower body. "You're exposed."
Only then did Sophie realize how dangerous her actions were. She stomped angrily on his chest. "Let go quickly!"
"Say you forgive me."
