“Perhaps we should continue this conversation after you’ve had a chance to cool your head—” Chloe stopped speaking, catching her breath as Damien’s teeth grazed her earlobe.
“My thoughts are quite lucid, I assure you,” he said, his lips pressed into a firm line. Regardless of the state of his mind, one thing was clear. Damien’s body was seething with fury. “Since you were the one to broach this topic, let us continue. But be warned, the discussion may become rather intense.” His hand traced the moisture on her lips, causing Chloe’s breathing to hasten.
“If you were this upset, you ought to have told me earlier.”
“Who said I was upset? You speak as though you were pining for a former paramour in my presence.”
