Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 374

Being cooped up under the same blanket, a man and a woman alone, was indeed playing with fire.

"Phoebe..." Colin whispered as he wrapped his arms around me from behind, his breath hot against my skin.

I felt a wave of fear, perhaps still haunted by the loss of our child and the forceful advances of James...

"Don't be scared, I wouldn't dare touch you," Colin's voice was so soft it melted all my defenses away.

He just held me like that, his breathing slowly growing deeper.

My cheeks flushed with heat, marveling at his stamina, and all we were doing was lying close...

Seemingly unsatisfied with just cuddling, he took my hand in his.

I tried to wriggle free, but couldn't match his strength. "Phoebe... help me."

"I... I don't want to help."

I just want to sleep.

This is all so messy.

"Phoebe, we're married." I knew it, he always played the marriage card when it came to this.

Reluctantly, I turned around, and like a pretzel, I curled up in his embrace, helping him...

Though it wasn't the first time, each encounter sent my heart racing, filling me with a sensation... utterly foreign.

Back when I was Phoebe Caldwell, entanglements with Dexter were frequent, yet each felt like a humiliation, devoid of any fond memories.

Dexter's interactions were mostly vents of frustration, never the soothing whispers, the gentle caress that could stir the soul.

"Phoebe..." Colin's voice trailed off with a hint of seduction, his gaze filled with an intoxicating warmth.

My fingers felt scorching to the touch, too shy to meet his gaze.

"The doctor mentioned, after a month... we could, you know," I murmured shyly.

My face was ablaze.

It's just human nature, isn't it? We can't keep him hanging forever.

Colin paused, pulling me closer, and leaned in for a kiss.

His kiss was passionate, yet he didn't make me stop. "I'm afraid of hurting you... three months would be safer."

He had made sure to ask.