CHAPTER 163

  She shut her eyes and tried to ignore his presence, now glaring at the book in her hand as she tried to return her focus to it, but her body wanted the exact opposite of that. She cursed at Cedric internally for not understanding the effects of his actions on second thought. Maybe he did, that bastard.

  Suddenly, Cedric was leaning over her, caging Marisol's body between the table and his as his warm breath ghosted over her neck, goosebumps breaking over the length of it as he peered down at the book in her hand, seemingly oblivious to Marisol's inner turmoil as he rumbled quietly in her ear, "What are you reading?"

  A violent shiver ran down the length of Marisol's spine, her pulse quickening in tandem as her mind struggled to catch on. Brain fogged with desire, Marisol managed a reply, but all that came out was a jumble of syllables that Marisol herself could make no sense of.