Chapter Twenty

"Does it hurt?" Daniel's voice had a hoarse edge to it. He brushed the darkening blotches on my chest, slowly. The gentle caresses of his fingertips almost made me purr but I subdued the sounds forming up inside my throat.

I couldn't speak while his hardness was digging into my spine. So, I resorted to a slow twist of head from side to side.

"I need an answer, Lily. Tell me if I went too far last night and hurt you." He turned me around to look me in the eyes. I didn't want him to see me that vulnerable, without any trace of makeup or polish to be his perfect trophy wife.

"You didn't hurt me." I croaked out, dropping my gaze to his tempting chest instead. It was a dangerous idea. His broad chest, the lines of abs, the V-shaped muscular grooves alongside his hips, and that goddamn prominent bulge lining his sweatpants, planted sinful ideas in my mind.

He groaned, pinching my chin and lifting my face up to study my expression. His bedroom eyes were back. "Don't have to be so stubborn, y