Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 623

No one could say just how long that kiss lasted.

By the time it ended, Camila Davis felt as if she’d melted right into Dennis Williams’ arms—like a beached fish, gasping for every breath she could manage.

Her lips tingled, her tongue felt numb, and it was as though all the strength had been drained from her body.

This kiss was so much more intense than their first—it left her reeling.

It took a while for her to come back to herself, her heart still racing wildly.

And that was when Camila realized something wasn’t quite right.

She’d been sitting on his lap, and after all that physical closeness, she suddenly became very aware of… certain changes in his body. Changes that were impossible to ignore.

Somehow, in the heat of their embrace, she’d ended up clutching at his shirt, popping two of the buttons clean off.

Dennis’ face was flushed, a mix of desire and that usual cool composure of his—an intoxicating combination.

Camila’s gaze slipped down to his collarbones and the hollow of his throat, both looking far too tempting for their own good. Even the corners of his eyes were tinged a faint, alluring red. She was already blushing from the kiss, and now, faced with the sight before her, she felt her cheeks burn even hotter. Flustered, she tried to put some distance between them.

But Dennis caught her before she could move away, his hand gentle but firm.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said, his voice rougher than before, but soft and reassuring. “It’s just… a normal reaction. Nothing to be scared of, it’ll pass in a second.”

His tone was so gentle, it could have melted butter. Camila’s panic faded, replaced with a wobbly trust. Even if she was still a little nervous, she wanted to believe him.

She truly believed he could control himself, that he wouldn’t take advantage of her.

If Dennis could read her mind at that moment, he probably would have laughed out loud.

Control? Not quite.

It wasn’t that he was some saint, immune to temptation. He just didn’t want to scare her.

How could he possibly be indifferent when the woman he adored was right in his lap?

He might have a silver bracelet on his wrist, but that didn’t mean he was some emotionless monk. At best, he was just a guy doing his damnedest to keep his feelings in check.

Dennis held Camila close, turning his gaze to the inky night outside the window, waiting for his body to calm down.

Once he felt back to normal, he gently lifted her off his lap, taking the time to smooth her mussed hair with careful fingers. “Long night, huh? Ready to head home? I bet Lillian’s still waiting up for you.”

“Yeah,” Camila nodded, finally steadying herself after the emotional rollercoaster.

Dennis brushed a tender kiss against her cheek, then pressed the button to lower the partition and called to the front, “Aaron, let’s head home.”

“Yes, sir.” Aaron didn’t even glance back, just focused on the road ahead.

The sleek black Mercedes glided away from the downtown hotel.

Unbeknownst to them, as the car pulled away, a shadow emerged from behind the hotel’s manicured hedges.

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