Riley immediately scrambled onto her knees, clamping a hand over his mouth. "Stop reading that!" With her other hand, she tried to snatch the box away.
Sebastian simply raised the box higher out of her reach and dipped his head, capturing her lips in a kiss.
She tried to push his chest, but he locked an arm firmly around her waist, deepening the kiss until it became thoroughly intoxicating.
Her breath quickly grew ragged. The hand reaching for the box fell limply to her side, and her legs turned to jelly, unable to hold her upright.
Sensing her melting against him, he finally broke the kiss. He eased her back onto the pillows, pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, and murmured hoarsely, "Be a good girl and lie still. I'll get the water."
He turned and walked into the en-suite bathroom.
Hearing the sound of running water, Riley finally snapped out of her daze. Mortified, she yanked the duvet up, burying herself underneath it. How could she completely lose her mind the second he kissed her?
This man was incredibly wicked, wielding his seductive charm against her like a weapon.
And she had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker.
Sebastian emerged from the bathroom carrying a small basin of warm water. Seeing her completely cocooned under the blankets with only the top of her head visible, he felt a surge of affection. Her dark eyes, shining with moisture, peeked out nervously.
Seeing her so flustered reminded him that she was practically untouched—a woman whose only two intimate experiences were entirely with him.
No wonder she was so easily embarrassed.
He set the basin down, dampened a soft cotton towel, and wrung it out. Looking at her, he said gently, "If you're embarrassed, just cover your face."
Gripping the duvet tightly, she made one last desperate attempt. "I really can do it myself."



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