Chapter Sixty Four

Jordan.

The glow of the candlelight bathed Nala's skin in golden warmth. And there was a lot of bare skin on display, it was like she was doing it on purpose trying to seduce me. I wish she knew she didn't have to. She would wear rags and I would still want her. Her barely there midnight blue satin gown clung to her every curve and showed off the swell of her breasts, her lovely shoulders, her perfect legs. And when I had pulled her chair out for her and she had turned to look before sitting, I had been unable to tear my gaze away from her perfect, rounded derriere. She looked perfect.

Dinner had been an exercise in torture. She had savored every bite that she had put in her mouth, making sensual, delighted noises and darting her slick pink tongue out to catch any flavor that had lingered on her lips. I wanted her. More than I could remember wanting any other woman in my entire life. And she wanted me, too. Yet something was stopping her from taking the final step.

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