Chapter 32

• She gasps when he lifts her into his arms, her legs immediately wrapping around his waist. Her lips make their way down his neck on the short walk to his bedroom and her skin is searing hot against him, despite her soaked dress. Mikaela also seems to have forgotten any restraint she used to exercise. The moment he lets her slide to the floor, her hands move to his t-shirt, tugging on it in an attempt to get him out of it. He grabs both of her wrists in his one hand before roughly pulling her flush against him, his lips brushing her ear.
• “What did I tell you?”
• Her exhale is a shudder. “Be honest.”