Page 57 of Auctioned to the Devil

“Can’t.”

One word.

No hesitation.

Heat rolls through me.

I swallow. “You could try.”

“Don’t want to.”

My pulse beats harder. “Caleb.”

“You asked me to talk.”

“This isn’t talking.”

“No.”

He finally moves.

One hand settles on my hip.

Not rough.

Not possessive.

Just warm and heavy enough to make every thought scatter.

I should step back.

Instead my fingers curl into his shirt.

His gaze drops to them.

“That supposed to make me let go?”

“Yes.”

“Doing a shitty job.”

“Maybe I’m not trying very hard.”

His eyes snap to mine and the air changes. “Emily.”

It’s a warning this time.

I lick my lips.

His grip tightens.

“Careful.”

I should listen.

For once.

Instead I whisper, “You first.”