"Mary? What is your plan that sent you here in my kitchen? It's bloody three in the afternoon." Tyler whispered in her ears, his heavy tone deep and raspy, as if he were in a race.
Race to where? She thought, to her bed? his bed?
Yet he pinned her with his gaze. The tenderness of his lips was in sharp contrast to the fire in his eyes.
“I don't know," she replied with the same intense gaze he was giving her.
"Hmm? Have you changed your mind? I promise not to disturb you like this again. It was just a one-time thing. Let's get this out of our system, Mary."
Providing her a trail of heated, little kisses from her neck to where her pulse throbbed at the base of her throat, he waited long enough to say, "Shall we?"
"No!" she moaned. Finally, her common sense came in. No! It should never h
