He chuckled, low under his breath. "Why? Because you're beautiful, and because I want you. And I think you want me too." Damien brought his free hand up to her face and gently stroked the line of her jaw. She felt like silk against his fingertips, as delicate as glass. He brushed his thumb across the dusky swell of her lips.
"God, Amelia. I'm dying to taste you right now."
She closed her eyes, exhaling a sigh. "This is crazy," she whispered. "I don't... this isn't... something that I normally--"
Damien lifted her chin and bent to press his lips to hers. He'd meant only to sample the feel of her mouth on his, an urge he'd been harboring since those few heated moments they'd shared at the museum reception.
He was, evidently, a goddamn i***t.
Because right now he wanted her to feel him-
