'S

s sandpaper. I tiptoed out of bed, hoping to gr

ouch, fast asleep. His broad chest rose and fell with each peaceful breath. I hes

rnally.I jerked my hand away, my heart racing, blood rushing to my cheeks

urned to take a sip, I heard soft footsteps approaching. I glanced over my

pants hung low on his hips, revealing the sharp V-line that disappeared beneath the fabric. I felt my mouth go dry again, but this time

ut of my thoughts. I realized, with horror, that I had been openly star

ave before I made a bigger fool of myself. But in my haste to escape, I

g against his rock-hard abdomen. The moment my fingers made contact with his warm, firm skin, I felt a shi

ing. My gaze was glued to the floor, too emba

ke what you felt, kitten?" His voice was low, almost a purr, and I felt my face

e they had touched his skin. He leaned down, his hand gently grasping mine as he moved it away

lmost tripped over my own feet. My hands were shaking as I grabbed a towel and wiped

urmured, his voice like silk. "Just try not to make a habit of it." He leaned in, so close tha

, and respond to him. I needed to get out of he

tsteps echoed in the kitchen. I turned to see Sean wa

d, his tone cool and a bit harsh. "W

ing I could disappear into the floor. And as if

ost of a smile tugged at his lip

voice small. I glanced at the counter, where a loaf of bre

od if you're hungry, not just bread. Unless, o

not dieting," I said quietly. "And

chest, his eyes boring into mine. "Are you dating someone?" he a

ve a whisper. "No, I'm not dating an

maller. "Good. I don't want you dating anyone. And definitely don't go a

h warm against my cheek. "Did you understand, little si

y, not trusting

is lips curling into a smirk. "Now go. Unles

bolted out of the kitchen, my face burning w

way back to my room, the sound of Natha