Chapter 9
WynThe moment stretched between them, warm, sweet, and as sticky as caramel.
His eyes fell to her lips, and his hands gripped her shoulders, firm and strong. He radiated strength. Maybe it was the adrenaline leaving her system or the way he had a good six inches of height on her and had carried her like she weighed nothing, but she felt a growing excitement zip through her body.
“You know, it’s tradition to end the date with a kiss,” she said, her voice low.
His eyes gleamed with something akin to hunger.
“I will respectfully observe your Terran traditions,” he replied. Confidence crept back into his grin, but it lacked his previous cockiness, when she felt as if he hid behind a handsome face and empty words.
She stretched up on her tiptoes. His head lowered.
A throat clea
