Marie’s POV
But I couldn't. Not here, not now. Jamie seemed to sense my hesitation. He withdrew his finger, leaving me aching and empty. I wanted to protest, to beg him for more, but I kept silent. I could feel his eyes on me, dark and intense, and I knew he was waiting for me to make the next move.
I glanced around the table, trying to act normal. But my body was on fire, my skin sensitized. Every brush of my dress against my thighs made me shiver. I could feel Jamie's gaze on me, heavy and heated, and it took everything in me not to look back at him.
I knew I should stop this, put an end to it before things went too far. But I couldn't. I was trapped in this web of desire and danger, and I didn't want to escape. Not yet.
So I did nothing. I said nothing. I simply sat there, letting J
