Elisabeth's POV
The words hung between us like a challenge I wasn't ready to face. I'd started to mention what happened during our most intimate moments, specifically the three words he'd whispered against my skin when passion overtook us both. But the instant I uttered the word "sex," something shifted in Jefferson's posture.
His entire body seemed to coil with attention, like a predator sensing prey. Not threatening, exactly, but completely focused. His dark eyes locked onto mine with such intensity that my mouth went dry and the rest of my sentence died on my lips.
I wasn't even certain he remembered saying those words. They'd escaped him during one of our more heated encounters, breathed into my ear when neither of us was thinking clearly. But I remembered. Those three syllables had branded themselves into my memory, replaying endlessly whenever I was alone.
