"I… I don't know…" Ivy stammered, her tongue dry, her pulse hammering. Which wasn't entirely true. She did remember, in flashes, in shameful fragments that made her thighs clench and her stomach twist. But to admit them out loud? Impossible.
"Tell me as you remember it." He took a deliberate step closer. "Every detail."
Her lips parted on a shaky breath. "You…you carried me into my room," she began. God, even saying that out loud made heat curl low in her belly.
"And?" Another step. His eyes never left hers.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. "And… Mr. Kane, I'm sorry." She couldn't do this. Couldn't stand here in last night's wrinkled dress while he undressed her with his stare.
"And?" His voice sharpened, another step forward. The room seemed to shrink around her, the walls pressing closer, his presence too big, too overwhelming.
"I asked you to kiss me again."
