Warmth. Human warmth. His warmth burned her barren fingertips. Fingertips that knew all too well the sensation of a man's flesh beneath them.
She slid her hands along his collar. Her head swam in the all consuming essence of Isaac Strafford. Her husband.
She stilled before pressing her lips against his.
Her eyes fluttered open.
Her breathing ceased.
Isaac's eyes, full of identical desire, flickered when he blinked and frowned at her. "What's the matter?"
Dray flinched. Her husband. She was doing it again, letting herself get lost in the lie.
"What's wrong, Dray?"
A big, fat lie that didn't feel so harmless anymore.
Isaac lifted her chin with his fingertips.
Shame pulled her from his gaze.
"You can't keep doing this," he said in a tone so sharp she winced. "Say something."
"D...Doing what?"
Instantly, his eyes darkened. Catching her off guard, he yanked her closer and sealed their lips. Her heartbeat quickened. It raced.
Hard and crushing, his mouth pressed against hers with a finesse that wound her senses and weakened her mind.
Dray turned her head and shoved him back.
"That," he said with a nod.
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