Diana was prepared for the crashing desire of Aiden to slam into her, but it never happened. Gingerly, his fingertips traced over her cheek then down her neck. His lips touched her face as soft as breath upon her skin. Her body was tense as every touch left heated tingles of anticipation.
Aiden's hands traveled down her body, as if he was worshipping every curve of hers. His touch was featherlight, yet it sent shivers down her spine. His lips followed, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. She gasped as his lips found the sensitive spot on her neck, nibbling on it gently. Aiden's hands slipped under her shirt, and his fingers danced over her skin. Every touch was like a jolt of electricity, igniting her desire.
Diana's body trembled with need as he enveloped her, his hard form
