"Move in with me when we get back to Imperia." Seth's warm palm rested on her back, rubbing it slowly. His voice was lazy, tinged with a hazy drowsiness.
His touch sent a melting sensation up her spine, and she shivered in his arms. "Do you have a cat?"
"You like them?" Seth asked.
Lianne said, "I'm allergic to cats."
It wasn't a matter of whether she liked them or not; it was purely a physical issue.
Seth's hand slid down, his large palm cupping her hip. He lifted her effortlessly, settling her on his waist before rising to his feet and strolling toward the bed.
Worried he might drop her, Lianne instinctively wrapped her long, slender legs around his firm waist and hooked her arms around his neck.
'This feels like how you hold a child,' she realized a moment too late.
She buried her face in the crook of his shoulder and began to negotiate. "I'll stay at your place three days a week."
"Okay?"
Her voice was even, betraying no emotion. She wasn't trying to sweet-talk him.
