Her heart thundered. Was she crazy? Probably. But she was his fiancée, wasn't she? That wasn't just some empty word—it meant something. Didn't she have the right to want him whenever, however? Still, doubt knotted her insides. Would he think her desperate?
She tried again, this time wiggling her ass just a little, disguising the motion as if she were adjusting for comfort.
For a second, she thought she'd succeeded. His arm tightened fractionally around her waist, his body going taut, and her pulse spiked in victory. But then… nothing. His breathing evened out again, slow and maddeningly steady, as if he hadn't noticed at all.
She rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. Who the hell sleeps this deeply? Was this man made of stone? She wanted to shake him awake, or better yet, climb on top of him until he couldn't possibly ignore her. Instead, she glanced down at where his hand dangled lazily across her stomach.
Just the sight of his long fingers, sent another pulse of heat through her.
