Beneath her coat, Lydia wore nothing.

Reign's hand was pressed firmly against her chest, and he could clearly feel just how turbulent it was.

He lowered his gaze, his eyes dark and fixed on her, still saying nothing, but his hand was honest enough to squeeze the soft flesh.

Lydia let out a soft, seductive hum, tightening her grip around him. "Reign, forgive me, okay? Don’t ignore me, please."

The man curved the corner of his lips into a smile, neither ...