Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 296

Clara bit her lip and gently placed her hand on his chest. The heat coming off his skin was intense, especially in the reddened areas, making her fingertips tremble a bit. Suddenly, Dylan's hand covered hers.

Clara's fingers instinctively curled, and she quickly brushed away any other thoughts that tried to creep in. "Move your hand, let me scratch it for you," she

said softly.

Dylan's eyes were locked onto her face. Noticing she avoided making eye contact and seemed a bit uneasy, a slow smile crept onto his lips. "Alright," he agreed.

As he moved his hand away, Clara's fingers began to softly scratch his skin. After a few moments, she asked, "Feel a bit better now?"

His breathing grew heavier. Clara could feel the body beneath her hand grow even hotter and more tense. Dylan remained silent, his lips a firm line.

for quite a while. After about

against something hot and firm. She froze, her face instantly turning crimson as she quickly turned away

she kept reminding herself that Dylan's legs were injured, not the rest of

wrap around her waist. Even though she had

and scooted a bit further away, her voice low. "If you're feeling better, try to get some rest.

on her waist. Her waist was slender, fitting

if this is just instinct or what, but if you really need female company, once we're back in New York, Aiden and I can help find someone

gaze stayed on her face, clearly reading

Clara felt a twinge of awkwardness, wondering if

to the sofa, but then heard him say, "Stay here. I was out of

hint of dismissal to her ears. Her throat felt tight, and she couldn't bring herself to