Sierra Summers awkwardly covered her face.
She had no idea how this situation came about.
Just two words describe it: awkward.
Caleb Sterling pulled her hand away from her face, brought it to his lips, and gently kissed her fingers. "Why so shy?"
"Why didn't I know?" Caleb's voice carried a hint of melancholy as he held Sierra completely on his lap, his hand resting on her waist, slowly caressing.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Caleb leaned closer to Sierra's face, staring intently into her eyes. "Don't look away, look at me."
Sierra's blood rushed to her face. Underneath her was Caleb's strong thigh, which wasn't comfortable to sit on because his muscles were quite firm and unyielding. Their bodies were very much in contact—she was nestled completely in Caleb's embrace, her upper body pressed against his, with her legs draped over and touching the sides of his thighs.
The heat was intense.
Her heartbeat was incredibly fast.
