Chapter Seventy
"On the dartboard," he mentioned again and her eyes drifted to it like a good girl.
She tried to focus on it, but her mind kept wandering back to the warmth of his hand on her waist. It was as if he had ignited a fire within her, and she couldn't turn it off.
"Hmm, are you still looking?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Now, pick up the gun."
She nodded, trying to clear her head. But as she reached for the gun, she felt his hand brush her skin and then pull the leggings down.
The act sent thrills down her whole body, and she knew why. Ahmet knew how to pleasure her body so well that she was afraid she wouldn't feel anything if anyone else were to touch her.
"Shoot," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. "You got this."
