Enrico chuckled, “Is that what you’ve been telling yourself to feel better?” His hand moved from her waist, sliding down to her thigh, fingers brushing against her skin, slow and deliberate. Isabella felt her breath hitch, her body betraying her with the surge of heat that followed his touch.
His hand inched higher, the warmth of his palm burning through the thin fabric of her dress. Isabella clenched her jaw, trying to keep her composure. Enrico leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear, voice a low whisper that sent a tremor through her. “Last night,” he said softly, “when you were screaming my name, was that just a moment thing too?”
Isabella’s eyes snapped shut, her heart pounding. She could feel the flush rising in her cheeks as memories of the previous night flooded her mind. T
