Chapter Eighty eight

88.

Dear god, he made her mouth water, though she hated the reaction.

Fresh from the shower, his dark hair gleamed where the light touched the

moist strands. He wore a black robe, slung on carelessly, and the silk

molded to his still-damp body. Her heart fluttered, not entirely with fear,

when he ran his fingers through her ponytail, making her scalp tingle at the

tender gesture.

“I’m sorry I’m late. It was a long day.”

She remained mute, incapable of pulling off snarky right then, and not

confident of her ability to appear immune or remote either. Mia swallowed

thickly when he brought her hand to his mouth to kiss the palm. No, that

was not about the most amazing thing she’d ever felt.

Schooling her expression into one of disdain, she glared at him as he

licked her hand. “I washed after dinner, but I imagine there are leftovers if

you’re still hungry.”

His lips twitched. “Baby girl, you have the smartest mouth of any

woman I’ve ever had.”

The way he phrased that fille