Lucas’ fingers played on Eve’s bare arm, and Eve couldn’t control the moan that escaped her lips. She lowered her head, her breath heavy.

“If I didn’t care about you,” Lucas whispered, “I wouldn’t have planned all this, Eve.”

“Lucas, stop.”

But Lucas just got worse. His hands moved up to trace Eve’s bare shoulders, and he put his hands on Eve’s neck and rubbed it, leaving Eve with no choice but to look up, and their gazes met again in the mirror.

Eve didn’t know if it was the sparks of passion that affected her vision, but she seemed to see a faint blue flash in Lucas’ eyes.

“I...