Honey
His touch lingered on my wrist, where my heart pounded like crazy when he touched me. My knuckles already started to feel better after he applied that cream to them for me.
I could still feel his breath on my lips, stormy gray eyes fixated on mine. His mouth beckoned mine with his full lips and trimmed beard.
Dante was at least ten years older than me and I knew I shouldn’t be as attracted to him as I was. Especially considering the whole kidnapped for ransom thing. That was a big indication that my mouth shouldn’t be watering every time I looked at him.
And I damn well shouldn’t be eyeing his belt buckle wondering how it would feel digging into my stomach. Or looking at his scarred hands to think about how those fingertips would feel around my throat.
Right before Mercedes wa
