Raphael’s eyes lingered on the flush rising on her cheeks—so stunning it almost hurt to look at. His gaze darkened, and in the next second, his grip tightened, yanking her toward him. The sliver of distance between them vanished in an instant.
Grace hadn’t even recovered from the shock of touching his abs before she found herself pulled into his chest. Warm skin, hard muscle—everything was too much, too close. Her wide eyes stared up, hands instinctively clutching his.
His chest vibrated with a low chuckle.
One of his hands came up to rest lightly on her neck, his palm warm against the rapid pulse beneath her skin. With a gentle tilt, he guided her chin up. Then he leaned down—his nose brushing hers.
The soft lighting cast shadows across his sharp features. His eyes were dark. Deep. Li
