"You act so untouchable, yet here you are, letting me closer than any man has dared to be."
Lady Catalina's pulse roared in her ears. "I... I don't..."
"Hush." His thumb traced along her jaw, igniting a trail of fire in its wake. "I can feel your heartbeat, my lady. It's racing."
She opened her mouth to deny it, but he was right. Her pulse raced, it betrayed her feelings that went in contrast with her need to despise Prince Ambrose.
Ambrose's smirk deepened. "Shall I tell you what I imagine when I look at you?"
Her stomach flipped. "No," she whispered.
He ignored her. "I imagine your lips parted, whispering my name in the dark." His voice was like silk, smooth and dangerous. "I imagine these delicate hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer."
Her knees nearly buckled. Prince Ambrose moved even closer, their bodies almost touching. "And I imagine," he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, "you liking it and enjoying every second of it."
