She caught his wrist in her small hand, stopping the slow movement of his fingers against her skin.
"I… I think you need to clear your head," she whispered softly, attempting to push him away.
He didn't seem to catch the meaning behind her words. Instead, he continued staring down at her as though she were something rare and precious something he could never quite get enough of.
But Jacqueline knew better than to believe that look meant anything.
"Damien," she murmured again.
The sound of his name seemed to tighten something inside him. His grip on her thigh subtly strengthened.
"Why do you say my name like that?" he asked, his voice low and rough.
She blinked at him, completely puzzled.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Her breath caught as his thumb began tracing slow circles along her skin.
