Oh my God.
I didn't even mean to do that. Okay, maybe I meant a little.
But now?
Now I'm never letting this go.
His eyes were wide, disbelieving. Like the sound had betrayed him. Like he hadn't meant to give me that much.
And me?
I was stunned. For a breathless moment, I just stared at him. Adrien Walton—controlled, cold, iron-willed Adrien—had whimpered under my touch.
And I liked it.
No.
I loved it.
Note to self: never underestimate the erotic potential of a hospital gown and a well-timed whisper.
I tilted my head sweetly. "Did you just—"
He shut his eyes like that would undo it. Like maybe, if he didn't see me, I wouldn't see him—
A slow, wicked smile curved my lips. "So that's what happens when I touch you right." I murmured
He turned red. Actually red. Color high in his cheeks, jaw tight with tension.
"Isabella," he growled, warning laced in his voice—but it was shaky, and I knew now he was bluffing.
