Page 68 of Break Me
Another moan comes from my lips and I feel my cheeks burn. I have to get out of here. Dumont is waiting for me…
“I don’t know you,” I whisper against his chest, and his hand on my breast stills. Slowly, he wraps his arms around me, tugging me closer to him. He’s so fucking warm and strong and he smells too damn good. “I don’t know you,” I say again, as if to remind myself, too. “I don’t know you, and you don’t know me and this…”
“What’s this?”
“It’s nothing,” I mumble against him. Dumont will come looking for me soon if I don’t leave here. “It’s nothing.”
His arms tighten around me, making my breath catch. “Nothing?” he repeats.
I nod against him.
Then he lets me go, taking a step back. I falter in the darkness, reaching for something, anything. But my hands close on thin air.
“If that’s what you want,” he says roughly, “then I’ll go.” Silence between us. And then, “But Princess,” he sighs, “I don’t think you even fucking know yourself.”
I wait in the dark, holding my breath. But before I can think of what to say, the door opens and he walks out, letting it slam behind him.
Damn him.
