“I-I can’t…” she responded
hoarsely, only too conscious of his scent, of the maleness of
him, of everything about him that drew her, while she tried
desperately to remind herself of all the reasons she couldn’t
let it happen.
“I promise not to hurt you,” he
said reasonably, leaning his hands on each side of her on the
balustrade, his tanned face and sensual lips only inches from
hers.
She realized with a tingling shudder that left
her weak, that he was about to kiss her.
* * *
