24
Dany
I glance over at his face. It’s hard to take a breath. His face is smooth and expressionless, but his eyes, a storm is starting there.
He reaches out and runs a hand over my cheek.
I stay still and let him explore the line of my jaw and the curve of my lips.
“But we agree it was a bad idea,” he says.
His thumb plays with my lower lip.
“Terrible. Terrible idea,” I say.
His fingers trace over my lips and up my cheek. I suppress a shudder.
“Horrible,” he says.
My lashes lower and brush against my skin. I turn my face into his palm. His warmth draws over me. I turn my gaze up to him. He’s watching my lips.
They feel swollen and dry. I draw my tongue along them. He stops. Holds completely still.
I let out a shuddery breath.
The breeze ruffles over me, and I smell the crushe
