Alice’s POV:
He took a finger and wet it in his mouth and lightly gilded it across my lips. I felt a little shiver go through me at his touch.
His hands traced upward, “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not going to eat you.”
“Unless you want me to,” he said sweetly, devious words tempting my soul.
I could feel my body heating up as he pressed himself farther against me, sending a chill up my waist.
He continued tracing his fingers against my body. “Every inch of you is beautiful, breathtaking, and any man would feel proud to have you in their arms,” his eyes were locked onto mine. “I just wish you would give me a chance to be that man.”
His lips barely grazed against mine; I couldn’t think. My mind refused to allow me. I didn’t know who made the first move, maybe it was me, o
