MARISSA VANDERSON
Dane crashed into her. She stumbled back, gasping when his arm snaked around her waist and pulled her close.
Pressed against his muscled chest, she felt a delicious chill skitter up her spine. She grasped his arms, holding on tight since her legs felt wobbly. Her nipples pebbled. The thin T-shirt nightgown didn't provide much of a barrier and she heard Dane's teeth click as his clamped his mouth shut.
"Princess..."
Her breath left her lungs in a whoosh. He looked so dangerous, so kissable. Dane was such a beautiful specimen. She wanted to explore the planes of his face, trace the firm full lips, stroke the strong cords of his neck... "Is-is it warm to you?"
"It's like living in hell."
She swallowed. Dane's gaze had dropped to her mouth and her lips tingled. "I suppose you should let me go—unless you'd like to kiss me."
