“Yes,” she whispered, her lips brushing his as she spoke. “Because I need to stay in control.”
Julian’s eyes gleamed. “Then you’re in trouble, Lexi. Because every second you’re near me, you lose a little more of it.”
Her breath caught.
He was right.
It scared her how easily he could read her, unravel her. She was supposed to be playing a game. Getting close to him. Manipulating him.
But it never felt like she was the one in charge when he looked at her like that.
She placed her palms on his chest. “Don’t make me fall for you.”
He leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers. “Too late.”
And with that, their lips met—not in a rushed, frenzied kiss, but in something deeper. Slower. He kissed her like he had all night. Like he wanted to memorize every sigh, every shiver, every beat of her
