Chapter Sixty-One

Camden's words hung in the air between them, the command unmistakable. The evidence of his arousal pressed against her hip, and his hand at her waist held her firmly in place. There was no mistaking his meaning now.

He knew. He'd figured it out.

"I—" She tried to straighten, but Camden's hand at her waist held her in place, not forcefully, but with enough pressure to make his point.

Sienna froze;