In that instant, it felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the bedroom.
Sebastian Lockwood held his breath, so careful that even the slightest puff of air on her face might startle her awake. But Sydney Sawyer was oblivious to what he was doing... Even though her fever had broken, her breathing was still erratic and fervent.
Hot and ragged.
Every wisp of it brushed against Sebastian Lockwood's lips, each one seeming to tease his nerves.
The scent of her body, each breath she took...
...it all seemed to be tempting him!
Sebastian Lockwood thought, 'Being a beast like this... once should have been enough.'
'But people are greedy.'
'If you do it once, you'll do it twice...'
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. Gazing at her face with deep eyes, his voice was so low and husky it was almost inaudible. His breath brushed against her lips as he spoke. "Syd, I'll give you three seconds to reject me."
