He rubbed his thumb across the apple of her cheek—the skin so soft it felt like the smoothest silk—and took in her beauty. Her eyes, a mixture of green and blue, fascinated him most, and he swore he could see her soul in their hidden depths. Chunky layers of sable-brown hair framed her face, emphasizing rather than hiding its shape, and as he now knew, so thick and soft he wanted to spend hours running his fingers through it. And her lips, soft and full and perfect for kissing. She was any man’s wet dream, but he wanted her to be only his. And as crazy as that thought was, it strangely didn’t scare him, it just made him feel content.
“What was that for?” Her voice—a sexy rasp that tightened his balls and sent all available blood to his dick, making him so hard he ached—pulled him from his musings.
“Because I can’t seem to control myself around you.” He clamped his mouth shut then shook his head before chuckling. “Which I can’t believe I just admitted to you.”
Her lips tipped up, and he reluctantly pulled his gaze away from her sassy smirk when she poked him in the chest with her finger. “Soooo, are you trying to say I’m irresistible?”
His lips quirked as he fought back a smile. “Maybe.”
Then she did something he wasn’t expecting. Leaning in, pressing the length of her body to his, she got up on her toes and whispered with a sultry purr in his ear, “Well then, that makes two of us. I find you quite enticing, too, Mr. Reed.”
And fuck him if those words weren’t the hottest thing he’d ever heard.