MARIA
A gust of breath escaped her lips and as if he had heard the sound, his eyes left the bed and rested on her face. They roved over it like a caress, leaving trails of fire on every part of skin he touched.
Her breathing kicked up.
That soldering gaze dropped to her lips and stayed. Her tongue peeked out to wet her dry lips and his throat bobbed.
"I..." He shook his head hard. "I don't think this is a good idea."
Maybe it was because her head was clouded with lust, thoughts of him, but she couldn't for the life of her process the words he'd just uttered. "Huh?"
He braced his hands on the bed and made to stand. "I should leave."
Her hands shot out to stop him, latching onto his arm and he froze, his muscles bunching under her fingers. His eyes bounced between her
