Chloe felt the subtle shift in the air, like the pressure before a storm. His presence was warm and overwhelming, closing in around her. His hot breathing caressed her skin, and it made her pulse stumble.
When his fingers brushed her chin, her entire body reacted as though he had traced fire across her skin.
A slow, traitorous warmth spread through her chest, slipping downward, pooling low in her stomach. Her breath grew shallow. It was just a simple touch, yet her desire spiraled around.
She hated how easily he could do this to her.
The musky scent of him was sharp, undeniably masculine, wrapping around her senses. It made her dizzy. Her fingers curled involuntarily against his shirt.
She told herself to move back, but she couldn't. Her body yearned to lean onto him.
