Henry gripped my hand, stopping my gentle ministrations on his body.

My gaze locked onto his, and I felt my heart skip a beat—to think such a man would stare at me with so much want.

It made me fucking horny all over again.

And God knows I was two seconds from ripping his shirt and having him take me on this damn bed.

Instead—

“You don't know what you're asking for Rosie,” he said, his voice strained.

“Please…” I drawled, eyes pleading… while my body desperately craved his touch.

He shook his head and stood up from the bed, keeping a considerable distance between us.

I stood up, walking...