Allyson's POV
Michael stopped abruptly, his breathing ragged and uneven. Those dark eyes of his swept over me with an intensity that made my skin burn. "Tell me why," he demanded, his voice thick with frustration. "Your body is screaming for this."
His gaze traveled down my figure, lingering on every curve barely concealed by the delicate lace. The way he stared made me acutely conscious of how exposed I was. Blood rushed to my face as I fought the urge to hide.
"Mr. Jade, this cannot happen," I whispered, though I wasn't certain who I was trying to convince.
A wicked smile curved his mouth as he stepped back slightly. "Cannot?" he challenged, his confidence radiating from every pore. His eyes dropped deliberately, fixing on my nipples that had betrayed me by hardening against the sheer fabric. My treacherous body responded to him without consulting my mind.
