Chapter 64

"Mrs. Ellis, you're absolutely gorgeous." Dominic propped himself up on one elbow, eyes locked onto Louise beneath him, unable to hold back the words. Her pajamas had come undone during their earlier tussle-buttons popped open, fabric slipping down, and she could distinctly feel the heat radiating off the parts his skin pressed against. Her mind felt foggy, like being tipsy but somehow not quite. The cramped guest room's single bed was a mess-his shirt here, her blouse there, all scattered or tangled together like a whirlwind had passed through. His voice, low and magnetic, sent shivers down her spine. Cheeks burning, Louise bit her lower lip and reached up to run her fingers through his slightly coarse hair. But her hand was weak, barely able to maintain a push. It didn't help that her response looked more like hesitation than resistance. Her eyes fluttered shut; her whole body felt like jelly. She tried saying something, anything to stop him, but her throat refused to cooperate-nothi