SHE TURNED HER HEAD and found that her lips were near enough his to touch if she so much as inhaled deeply. Warwicke’s breath was sweet and warm on her face, making her body tighten with instant need. Fabiana parted her lips and drew air into her lungs. She felt off kilter, unsure of herself for the first time in years. Warwick Honeybun had always made her mouth water, but sometime over the last couple of days her resistance to him had weakened. To the point where, if he was even in the same room with her she started having lustful thoughts, let alone a half inch from her face.
“Warwicke, I...”
His mouth descended to hers and all coherent thought flew from her brain. In fact, she wondered if her mind had melted completely in the inferno that instantly consumed her body. His lips laid imm
