Chapter 27- Tempting and dangerous

Zander turned and saw her looking at him, and before she could put any distance between them, he lifted a finger to her face and tucked a breeze-teased tendril of her hair back behind her ear.

"You are my wife, Elvie. Mine. You need to remember that."

His face was mostly in shadow, but she could see the moonlight reflected in his gaze like a glint of quartz in black marble.

Elvie knew she should step away; she also knew she should brush his hand aside, frown at him, and tell him to back off in her sharp, schoolmistress-y tone. But it seemed her mind and body had other ideas. Wicked ideas. Dangerous ideas. Ideas that made her picture her body crushed beneath his, his mouth clamped to hers, their bodies writhing in mutual, skin-shivering ecstasy. She drew closer to him as if someone had a hand in the small of her back, her hips brushing against his. The shock of the erotic contact made her insides twist and coil with lust, her breath hitch, and her heart race. She saw her hands slide up