~ Camilla.

The first thing I felt was heat.

Not mine. His. Stephano’s.

A long, warm arm draped across my chest, fingers curved, casually, intimately, over one breast like it belonged there. His other arm was locked around my waist, dragging my hips flush against him, like I’d been forged overnight to fit into every inch of his goddamn body.

And I, God, I was so still. Like if I didn’t move, I could somehow un-happen this.I blinked slowly, my cheek still buried in the pillow, and tried to remember what the hell I’d done.

We hadn’t had sex. That much I knew. But I had asked him to hold...