Chapter 102

Bellamy could never resist the way Fraser looked at her with those deep-set eyes of his-so intense, so full of desire that she was powerless against it. She reached out, trying to cover his eyes. Fraser didn't stop her. He chuckled lowly. "We can have that whole sunlit talk-about-poetry moment if you want. Seriously, I'm down for that. But right now? I'm done pretending I can hold back." He leaned down, pressing close to her. His face, though devastatingly gentle, made it clear he wasn't about to go easy on her. While unbuttoning her pajama shirt with practiced ease, he kept whispering by her ear, "Once a guy's had a taste of the real thing, it's nearly impossible to go back. We've been in a cold war long enough... I played the gentleman card last night because I felt bad for you. But now? If you're still gonna push me away... are you trying to kill me?" To outsiders, Fraser was the ultimate gentleman-graceful, well-mannered, and refined. Only Bellamy knew just how much of a wolf in di