"Are you afraid of me, Mia?"
"Of course not," Mia said shortly, but she realized as soon as she said it that it was a lie. When the kiss had begun, she'd understood instinctively that, somehow, kissing her had brought him a kind of peace and assurance, and she'd wanted to give him that. But when she'd heard him whisper that he wanted and needed her, and now that her heart had taken that kiss as an urgent demand to give him much, much more, she was terrified. Because she wanted to do exactly that. She wanted to feel his strong hands rushing over her naked skin and his body driving into hers. She wanted him to touch and do things to her, she wanted...
