Chapter 87

Laurelle furrowed her brow and suddenly opened her mouth. She leaned into Zachariah's muscular shoulder and bit down hard. Zachariah narrowed his eyes, amused that this little kitten dared to bite him. The sting on his shoulder sent a jolt through him and ignited a fire in his gaze. Her resistance felt like a playful scratch to him, and he grinned wickedly. "Mrs. Gray, you remember we haven't consummated our wedding yet, right?" Laurelle did not release her bite, and Zachariah did not move, letting her maintain her position. She had been about to let go, but his words left her unsure what to do next. As she hesitated, his hand slid down her waist. He kissed her earlobe, his breathing growing heavier as the playful moment turned more intense. Laurelle's mind instantly went blank. Just as Zachariah was about to take things further, her phone rang. It interrupted the moment. She instinctively reached for it, but Zachariah held her waist firmly. She figured the call probably was not