Page 67 of Guarding the Singer

The man sitting there within reach.

The problem was that she wanted to reach out.

Even knowing that this was just temporary and he was going to walk away... again.

She wanted it.

She wanted him.

She just couldn't make the first move.

"What about you?" She licked at her lips. "Did you-"

"I'll let you know."

He moved, coming at her in a smooth rush of movement, his free hand hooking around to the back of her neck.

She was barely aware as the bowl was taken from her hand as his mouth was on hers, his body moving over hers.

The moment his weight pressed against her hips she groaned, her mouth opening under his.

His tongue swept against hers and she arched her back, pressing her chest against his. The contact ofhis body against hers sent shivers through her body and her arms wrapped around him, pulling him as close as she could get him.

She swore she could feel him smile against her lips and she tried to turn them on the couch so she could get on top, but he was heavier, stronger and held them in place.

He pulled back and she looked up into his face. "Will?"

"Hmm?"

She opened her mouth to say something.

No, she opened her mouth to ask... something.

She just couldn't remember which it was.

She could barely remember her own name.

He touched his palm to her cheek and swept his thumb across her lips.

"Dessert was delicious, but you, Sel? You're the best thing I've ever tasted."

She blinked up at him, tears gathering in her eyes.

His expression changed, concerned.

"Did I say something wrong?"

She shook her head.

No.

"Then what's wrong?" He leaned in and brushed his lips across her cheek. "Tell me."

"I've never-"

His lips rubbed gently against her earlobe before he turned his head and nipped at the skin with his teeth.

"Tell me, honey."

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