Very slowly, almost as though in a daze; his hand moved of its own accord and wrapped around her nape. It was a gentle but firm hold. There was no mistaking the meaning of the gesture. It spoke of possessiveness, of a claim. His claim.
After a few more seconds, he leaned into her and slowly he guided her down onto his bed, using the hand at her neck to support her descent.
She didn’t break eye contact. As soon as he had touched her, Tara had given up hope of getting her breathing back under control. Breathing through her nose took too much effort and brainpower. Which she had none to waste. She instead inhaled and exhaled every breath through her parted lips. The very lips that developed a tingling sensation just from the heated look in his eyes. He kept staring at them, then back at he
