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Chapter Twenty Nine.
His hand moves from my jawline to the base of my throat as he kisses my feverish skin along my neck.
I moan, my eyes pressing tight as a shiver runs through my body. I know I should pull back and put an end to this little exploration of curiosity between us. But, his touch ignites my body, and I savour the sensations running through me for a little bit longer.
"What are you doing to me, Miss Cross?"
Another shiver slides through me at the way he says my name with an authoritative bite heavily masked by his accent.
On the inside of his jacket, I slide my hands up his torso and feel the hard planes of his powerful chest. "Mr Burak.." I moan.
"Evet (yes), Miss Cross?" He answers hoarsely, his lips moving up my neck and across my jawline. "One touch is all I need, askim (my love)."
My eyes spring open and I push him off me.
Those words...
I remember those exact words being used against me over a year ago.
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