Chapter 18

Prescott was already lit up by her squirming, breathing hard and fast. "Keep still." His voice was hoarse as hell, and his arm around her waist tightened, burning hot like he'd brand her into his skin. Was she seriously that clueless? Did she not realize that the more she fought, the more it fired him up? Feeling the change in his body, Camila's face went from pale to flushed in seconds, going stiff like a statue. Screw it. She trembled as she blurted out, "I-I'm on my period. Heavy flow. Like, a total bloodbath. It's really not something you wanna see..." Thinking her excuse wasn't dramatic enough, she quickly added, "Also, I've got a condition. Super contagious." A low chuckle rumbled from behind her, cutting off her nonsense. "What's so funny?" she snapped. "Camila, your mind's filthy. I meant actual sleep. You're the one twisting it. So tell me-been dying to jump me or what?" Her? Filthy? Wanting him? Camila's eyes widened in disbelief, too mad to even argue. How could someone sham