Barbara's POV

I should have pushed him away. I ought to have yelled, swore, and reminded him of my hatred for him.

But I was betrayed by my body. I felt a dangerous warmth that broke down my resistance piece by piece. With each touch of his fingertips and each scrape of his lips against my skin.

As Jeremy slowly and teasely ran his fingers down my waist, I gritted my teeth.

His lips moved slowly as though he was enjoying every moment and his breath was hot against my neck.

“Tell ...