CINDY’S POV
My breath snagged in my throat, a rush of fire scorching my cheeks, but I held his gaze. Those dark eyes pulled me into a storm I couldn’t escape.
The words hung between us like smoke from a lit fuse—teach me how to own any man in bed—and damn if I knew where they came from.
The champagne? The betrayal still burning in my gut from Henry’s venom? Or that secret itch I’d scratched alone in the dark, fantasizing about a man who could shatter me and piece me back together?
Anyway, there was no backing out now.
My heart hammered, wild and reckless, as his lips curved into a sinful smirk just inches from mine.
“What, cat got your tongue already?” he murmured. His voice was a low rasp that vibrated straight through my core.
His fingers still lingered on my hand from that knuckl
