CHAPTER 56 You Need To Be Worshiped
Jade
I pushed myself up from the chair, hoping to put some distance between us. But Devon, with his unnervingly smooth movements, kicked the chair away and closed the gap, his hand sliding around my waist as he pulled me against his solid frame. The heat radiating from him threatened to melt whatever resolve I had left, making me almost want to clench my thighs together in response.
I loathed how they could affect me like this.
"What do you think you're doing?" I demanded, my jaw clenched tightly in a futile attempt to mask the fact that his touch was sending electric shocks through my entire being.
"Touching my mate, I suppose," Devon murmured softly, his breath warm against my skin as he buried his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent as if trying to memorize it.
"Perhaps your memory is a bit faulty, isn't it?" I forced a chuckle, desperately trying to maintain my composure. "I've rejected both of you, remember?"