Brianna closed her eyes. She had spent years surviving the cold version of Lucian to protect herself. Now, his sudden heat was literally melting her defenses!
The messy moment on a counter left her paralyzed.
Lucian's thumb didn't stop its upward climb under her shirt; instead, he pressed harder, a silent command for her to be still. He hadn't even turned to the door, his focus was entirely, obsessively on the pulse jumping in her throat.
Leaning in, his lips brushed the lobe of her ear.
"Tell her to go away. That you're busy."
Brianna managed to hold his stare now. She could only interpret that Lucian was daring her to admit what they were doing in the dark. Basically demanding she claim him as her husband in front of the Matriarch's assistant's eyes and ears.
"Mrs. Colburn? Why is it so dark?"
