Damn! I actually was attracted to him.
The words hung between us, undeniable now that it has been said out loud. His gaze held mine for a second longer, like he was making sure.
With his hand still resting on my cheek, he tilted his head to the other side of my face and leaned in as his lips brushed my earlobes. A slow, deliberate press of heat that made my breath catch.
Then he placed another kiss on my cheek.
"If you don’t want this, Amelia" he murmured against my skin, his voice rougher than I’d ever heard it, "tell me to stop. Right now."
My answer came fast, almost desperate. "Don’t stop."
That was all he needed. He turned back to me. His eyes dark and locking onto mine for a fraction of a second, and then his lips was on mine.
I slid my hands up his chest, as my fingers curle
