"Read to me, Isabel."
He murmured the words, his breath hot against my skin. I flushed instantly. We weren't even intimate like a couple yet, but I already felt a traitorous ache between my legs. His voice alone was enough to make me weak, pinning me to the spot. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the door, surrender flowing through me as I felt the soft, possessive caress of his hands on my waist.
"This is wrong," I whispered shakily. "You are going to marry Tyra. You aren't meant to..."
I flinched as his grip tightened—way too tight—sending a jolt of both pleasure and pain through my system. He traced his fingers upward until they reached my throat. When his rough palms grazed the sensitive skin there, a fire burst through me, forcing a moan from my lips. I felt like I would combust from the sheer intensity of the sensation.
"Page forty..." he whispered against my ear.
