Caleb froze mid-step. His gaze landed on her, and his heart clenched at the sight of tears streaking down her cheeks.
Did she want us to continue? He turned slowly, deliberately, every line of his body coiled and powerful. Autumn’s heart slammed against her ribs as he stepped back toward the bed.
The teasing smirk he wore earlier was gone.
Replaced by something darker. Hotter. More dangerous.
He stopped right in front of her, his shadow swallowing her whole. His hand lifted—slow, precise—and his fingertip hooked under her chin, tilting her face up until her eyes were locked on his.
“So,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her bones, “are you… upset that I stopped?”
‘Did she want us to continue?’ Maximus purred with satisfaction. ‘Give her what she wants!’
‘Are
