My breath hitched.
He lifted a hand..slow, giving me time to pull away and brushed a curl off my forehead. His fingertips grazed my skin and I swear electricity shot straight to my c**t.
“Tell me to leave,” he said, voice rough now. “And I’ll go. Right now. No questions. No hard feelings.”
I opened my mouth.
Nothing came out.
His thumb traced the edge of my jaw. Down. To the hollow of my throat. He felt my pulse hammering.
“But if you don’t tell me to leave…” he continued, leaning in until his mouth was a heartbeat away from mine, “…I’m gonna kiss you. And then I’m gonna do every single thing I’ve been thinking about since. Every f*****g thin
I closed my eyes.
And I didn’t say leave.
I whispered, instead, so quiet I barely heard it myself:
“Don’t stop.”
“How about I show you my
