Theodore did not look angry with her. Zeenia wondered whether she was hallucinating. Or maybe she had a fever.
The pulse in her throat had been beating fast. She knew what was going to happen next. All she could hear was her breath sounds, her racing heart, and the clutch of arousal low in her belly.
His hand rose to cup her chin, the pad of his thumb caressed her lower lips, and Zeenia just held her breath.
"So beautiful," Theodore said in a deep voice laced with need.
"Oh, God. Theodore, I don't think this is good..." she said in a breathless voice.
Again, his thumb slid across her lower lip, as his head lowered and all the while his dark eyes burned into hers.
"Hush," he breathed. "Let me do this."
Then his mouth was on hers.
A hot, white light exploded behind her eyes, the lav
