Rachel held, trembling, at the threshold of everything she’d wanted for months. On a basic biological level, Jonah wanted her. That was obvious enough. But he’d held back and hesitated often enough that she wasn’t certain where he stood. She needed him to make the next move, to close that infinitesimal distance. To prove he was actually in this, not just humoring her because he didn’t want to hurt her feelings.
He didn’t disappoint.
On a sigh, he took her mouth, threading his fingers in her hair until he cradled her head, angling it exactly how he wanted it. She opened for him as he sipped and savored, drugging her with his patient exploration. There was more than gentleness in his touch. There was reverence. Rachel’s heart stumbled. She’d known he wasn’t the man for a fast, hard tumble.
