“Because you’re a little rebel.” A shiver racked through me when Hugh placed his hands on the armrests of my chair and leaned in close, caging me in. “Aren’t ya?” “Maybe,” I breathed, heart bucking wildly, when my legs opened of their own accord, and he slid between them. “But I’m your rebel.” “No.” His lips brushed against mine as he spoke. “You’re my baby.”
