Hold Me, Then Hurt Me
"You and Clara are a perfect match. I'm truly happy for you."
Rocco let out a low chuckle.
He didn't pull back. Instead, he moved closer, his warm breath fanning across my ear.
His hand slid down from my cheek, stopping at the nape of my neck.
He knew my body intimately, knew that was one of my most sensitive spots.
His fingertips drew slow circles, his voice low and husky. "Is that so?"
"But Harper, if I recall correctly, when I was teaching you how to hold a gun, your heart was pounding louder than the gunshots."