That whisper of silk against her bare foot made her shiver, even though it was much warmer in here than it had been on the rooftop.
“You did take a chill,” he said, his voice a soft rumble.
At once she shook her head. “No — no, it’s just — ”
“Just what?”
Madison forced herself to look up at him. Those dark eyes seemed so very close. And his mouth — why hadn’t she noticed the sensual curve to his lower lip before?
“I’m just tired,” she said. She knew she needed to get herself inside before she did something spectacularly stupid. Kissing him wouldn’t solve anything, would only create a whole host of new problems. The thrill of need that she’d felt just then as she gazed at Qadim — that was only the wine talking. Wine, and loneliness. But if she managed to get away from here, run to Los
