"I know, I know," Sierra Summers playfully squeezed Caleb Sterling's face, then pouted her lips to kiss his cheek and brow, her fingers casually brushing against his prominent nose, moving down to his sexy Adam's apple.
Sierra was kneeling on the couch with her knees on either side of Caleb's legs, her entire upper body upright, completely enveloping the man in her embrace, her hands almost cradling his head.
She hadn't realized how inappropriate this position might be. Sierra simply felt sorry for him. How could the Caleb Sterling, rumored to be so bad, cold-hearted, and indifferent, be so concerned about those "notorious" reputations in front of her?
Sierra didn't know what she was feeling, whether it was joy or surprise, but nothing surpassed the increasingly intense feelings of heartache and being moved.
"Cecilia?"
