Mitch cupped her nape, tipping her face up to his. But instead of taking her mouth, instead of diving headlong into the heat bubbling between them, he brushed his lips over her brow, her temple. Tiny, whispering kisses all over her face and down the column of her throat. Tess dug her hands into his waist, hanging on as he made it to the hollow of her throat and drained the starch out of her knees.
Sighing his name, she dropped her head back to give him better access. She felt his smile against her throat.
“So lovely,” he murmured.
Tess wanted to strip him down as he did the same to her, until they could give in to the frenzied, frantic beat of attraction she’d felt since the moment she’d seen him again. Right here. Right now. She wondered exactly how sturdy his drafting table was. But t
