Chapter 164

Cecilia Sebastian noticed my gaze lingering on his waist. He leaned closer, took my hand, and deliberately placed it against his firm abdomen. "What are you doing?" I tried to pull away, but his grip remained firm. My traitorous hand was guided across the taut muscles of his stomach, the heat radiating through his shirt making my breath catch. I couldn't bear to look down, afraid of what my eyes might reveal. "T-that girl," I stammered, desperately trying to change the subject. "You really don't know her?" "Fuck, no," he growled, his lips trailing down the column of my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. His clever fingers made quick work of the clasp of my jeans, the rasp of the zipper obscenely loud in the tense quiet of the room. The damp heat of his mouth seeped through my shirt, a brand that promised to mark me. It was a maddening contrast, like fire licking at ice, and I felt myself melting at the edges. My resolve was crumbling, my breathing a ragged, useless thing. "Let's just