Chapter 1065

Remington's voice grew even huskier.

"You've lost too much weight. I miss my curves."

Lizetta let out a soft sound of agreement. Her entire body felt delightfully pliant under his expert massage, the rhythmic pressure making her wonderfully drowsy.

It took her a delayed second to realize what he had just said.

Curves...

She looked down, immediately flushing with embarrassment. Parting her lips, she bit lightly into his shoulder and demanded.

"Take it out! I don't need a massage there!"

Without her noticing, his hand had brazenly slipped from her back to her front.

It was fine when she hadn't realized it, but now that she had, her body reacted as if it had been forcefully awakened.

Her skin burned, and she cast a guilty glance toward the door, terrified someone might walk in.

Instead of stopping, Remington's touch grew even more daring. He leaned in, chuckling softly against her ear.

"I'm the massage therapist. I decide where to press."

His hot breath rushed into her ear, sending a deep shudder of electricity down her spine.

Flustered, Lizetta bit him again, shoving him away with all her might. She fell back against the pillows, glaring at him with reddened eyes.

"Liar! You shameless jerk!"

Claiming he was just giving her a massage when he clearly had an ulterior motive- and she had actually believed him!

Lizetta hurriedly straightened her rumpled hospital gown. Her tone was meant to be furious, but her soft, breathless voice completely robbed the words of any threat, turning them into a coquettish whine.

Remington's eyes turned predatory. Catching her frantic hands, he leaned over and pinned her against the mattress.

"It feels like it's been a lifetime, baby. Tell me you don't want this."

Lizetta's cheeks blazed as she stared at him in disbelief.

"What do you mean a lifetime? Where did you get that from?"

Remington let out a low chuckle. lifetime is an understatement.

like the last time we were toget

was in a past life, darling

Lizetta was left entirely speechless.

He was far too close, doing nothing but teasing her. The heat of his body and his

intoxicating scent washed over her relentlessly.

She felt herself on the verge of

vel?

surrendering, completely drowning in the suffocating wave of pheromones he was deliberately radiating.

Having with

, the massive emotionat

whiplash made her body ache for physical ancher of his touch.

The Ph care Survived a literal brush

Every inch of her skin was hyper-sensitive.

But just as the space between them vanished and they were about to give into the overwhelming need to touch.

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone rapped against the door.

Lizetta's mind instantly cleared, and she shot a panicked look toward the entrance.

The man above her acted completely unfazed. His hot lips brushed against the curve of her neck, his voice a low, magnetic temptation.

"Ignore it. They'll go away..."

Knock, knock. Knock, knock, knock.

Just as the words left his mouth, the pounding resumed, sounding far more urgent this time.

Lizetta feared whoever was out there was going to bust the door down any second. Besides, if it was a doctor, weren't they just wasting medical staff's time?

Biting her bottom lip, she enunciated every word clearly. "Ab-so-lute-ly not!"

Pulling her hand free from his grip, she clamped it firmly over his mouth.