The Heartbreak Prescription by Glazed Snow

My Dad Please Come 348

Chapter 348

Stanley felt her small hands wandering over his body, her movements frantic with need. In her haste, she tore one of his buttons clean off.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his larger hand closing over hers to still

her.

"Wendy, slow down. I don't have spare clothes here."

If his shirt got ruined, he'd have nothing else to wear.

But Wendy wasn't cooperating. All she wanted was warmth-more of it, as much as she could get. She slipped her hand free from his grip and buried her face against his neck with a whimper. "I'm so cold...”

Her voice, weakened by illness, came out in a breathy whine, almost childishly sweet.

Not that Stanley needed reminding-even when she wasn't sick, she knew exactly how to melt into him, all soft sighs and pleading whispers in bed.

She had always been a little temptress.

It had been a long time since he had last tasted it due to their divorce.

Stanley clenched his jaw, fighting the urge-and lost. His fingers found the buttons of her blouse, working them open with deliberate slowness.

Then everything spiraled.

He flipped her beneath him, their hands tangling in fabric-his half-shrugged-off white shirt, her clothes being peeled away. The sharp lines of his shoulder blades flexed as he moved, the deep groove of his spine a stark contrast to the smooth, chilled skin of Wendy's fingers as they skated up his back.

When he lowered himself against her, their bodies pressed flush-her skin like ice, his burning with barely leashed hunger. A clash of opposites, raw and electric.

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remote village, the heat

kindling, consuming everything

gasp escaped Wendy as

at her delicate face-the

Even now, it hooked him all

her chin between his fingers and crushed his mouth

like she had been thrown into a

to squirm away, but his weight pinned her in place. Then something

whimper catching in her throat. Her small hands shoved

"G-Get off me..."

secure this room really was. Fiona-or anyone-could

his voice a rough whisper against her ear.

to her cheek, then the sensitive curve below her ear, his knee nudging her legs

tensed, a sharp crease forming between her brows

Then-

and suddenly, her

She was awake.

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thing she saw was Stanley's face-his aristocratic features now darkened

Why was he here?

tried hard to recollect