Chapter Thirty-one

Cecilia

When we reached the top of the stairs, the only illumination was the moon shining through the single window. Despite the lack of light, the room was a mess. “What...?”

Kyle turned my attention toward him. “Let the world disappear while we can.”

I could get lost in his blue stare as the shades swirled with desire and passion.

“This is your last chance, Cici. Tell me to go downstairs, just like you did the first night.”

“You didn’t listen then.”

“I will try to now.”

“I don’t want you to.” My voice cracked. “Stay.”

He took a step closer, reached for the buttons on his shirt I was wearing, and one by one undid them. As he’d been on the deck, his patience was unmatched. Once his shirt was discarded to the floor, he reached for the hem of my tank top and lifted it over my head. While the cool air of the cabin chilled my skin, the cause of my hardened nipples wasn’t the temperature.

“You’re fucking stunning.”