Ella sucked in a breath, every nerve suddenly awake as his fingers filled her. She could feel a familiar warmth spreading inside her.
"Adrian," she warned softly, though it came out weaker than she intended.
"You don't like it?" he murmured.
Ella wanted to laugh bitterly. As if she could deny what her body was already telling him.
Her pulse betrayed her, racing so loudly she was sure he could hear it.
Even the room felt warmer now, a sweet scent lingering in the air that was charged with something that had nothing to do with the hospital and everything to do with the man beside her.
"You're impossible," she whispered.
"And yet," he shifted his position, fingers still buried inside her as he inclined his body behind her. His lips hovered below her ear as he whispered, "you keep provoking me."
Her fingers curled into the sheets as his touch shifted.
His fingers curled as if he had all the time in the world and intended to make her feel every second of it.
