51 Seeing Other People?

Lila

How was she supposed to resist kissing him when he looked at her with what gleam in his gorgeous green eyes? She'd practically leapt on him, her breath heaving again within seconds, her skin pebbling, tingling everywhere he touched her, like fireworks in her skin.

For a moment she was successful in distracting him from whatever bad news it was he was planned to deliver. But after a few heated, panting seconds, he groaned and took her hands so she couldn't stroke his back anymore. Gently, gently he forced her back to arm's length. Well, almost.

"Stop. We have to talk," he growled.

She pretended to pout, but with a sigh, sat back from him. "Fine."

"Further. I don't trust you and your delicious hands," he said, his voice hoarse.