Chapter 33

Aroused Bratt was so unlike what I was used to. When Wyatt and I made love, it was always so aggressive and demanding. He threw me around like I was a toy for him to play with. But when I pulled my shirt off and revealed myself to Bratt, it was like I was a painting in a museum that he was trying to interpret.

His brows were low and heavy, his lashes almost shining in the low light. He stared for so long that I almost felt the need to hide myself away from him again. I almost did, lifting my arms from my sides to cover myself in a show of modesty. Even though I was still protected by my bra, I felt like he was staring right through me.

“No. No,” he muttered. He reached up, circling my wrists, drawing them away from my breasts and pinning them to my sides. “Don’t you dare hide away from me, Marley. Don’t tease me that way.”

“I’m just… worried that I… didn’t look right,” I said.

“You look exactly right. There’s not a single thing wrong about you.”

The intensity of his gaze was overwhelm