The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 62

**Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane**

**Chapter 62**

**Gemma**

His hands, warm and rough, glide across my bare waist, sending shivers down my spine. In an instant, he envelops me in a tight embrace, pulling me closer, a satisfied sound rumbling from his chest that reverberates through my very core.

My heart races, pounding against my ribs with a fervor I can hardly contain. That sound—so raw, so filled with satisfaction—pierces through my mind and ignites a fire in my heart and a few other places I’d rather not acknowledge right now.

Suddenly, the floodgates of longing I’ve kept tightly shut burst open, and I find myself pressing into him, kissing him with an urgency that feels almost desperate. It’s as if every moment of yearning I’ve held back is now pouring out uncontrollably.

I never intended for him to discover just how much I crave him, but now, after this moment, I realize there’s no way I can conceal it any longer.

Just then, a sharp knock on the bedroom door shatters the intimacy of the moment. “Mr. Blackwell? Your grandfather is here. He’s waiting for you downstairs.”

With a gasp, I pull away from Cassian, my head spinning so violently that I fear I might topple over. The sudden shift from our heated moment to reality leaves me disoriented.

“What the hell am I thinking?” I mutter under my breath, frustration lacing my words.

Cassian’s gaze is heated, filled with a desire that makes my cheeks flush. It’s a look that suggests he wants me, and he wants me now.

But how can I make sense of this? How can I wrap my mind around the fact that the man who recently dismissed me so easily now looks at me with such intensity?

I can’t help but think that his interest is merely a result of my unavailability. He wants what he can’t have, and nothing about me has fundamentally changed.

Yes, I’ve shed the facade of the perfect, demure wife, but surely that should have made him less attracted to me, not more.

“Does your grandpa know I moved out?” I inquire, trying to keep my voice steady.

“No,” Cassian replies, his voice rough and slightly breathless. The sound sends a thrill through me, but there’s no time to dwell on it now.

“Then I suppose we should go see what he wants,” I say, trying to regain my composure.

We finish dressing, my mind still racing as we head downstairs. In the living room, Donovan awaits us, comfortably settled in a plush chair.

As we enter, he rises and greets me with several bags in his hands. “I was thinking of you recently, my dear,” he says, a warm smile lighting up his face.

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