Lila
He'd been about to push her away, she was sure. But something happened when he touched her. She'd held his eyes and pleaded with everything in her that he'd let her in.
That first brush of his lips was so soft she almost wasn't sure it happened. But she wanted it, wanted him.
"Are you sure?" he'd whispered.
She'd never been more sure of anything in her life. "Yes, Dane, I—"
He'd taken her mouth and she'd gasped with the rush of his touch. His fingers in her hair sending fireworks, sparks down her neck and back, she arched like a cat into his chest as he held her. And she clung to the storm of him, sliding her hands over his chest, his shoulders, his neck. She couldn't get enough of him, aching to touch every part of his iron strength.
