The bluntness of it was a physical blow. He stripped away the elegance of her life, laying bare the raw, carnal reality of how they had actually met.
He wasn't being romantic; he was being a bastard, reminding her that their connection was forged in scandal and sin.
"You're here because you're a woman who wants to be seen," he growled, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw as his grip remained unyielding. "And you're here because you realized that the only person who actually sees the real you... is the man who caught you at your most shameless."
Madison let out a broken, shuddering moan, her hands coming up to rest on his muscular forearms. She didn't try to pull his hand away; instead, she leaned into the pressure of his grip, her body betraying every ounce of her intellect.
She was drowning in him, and for the first time in her life, she didn't want to be saved.
