From the Inside Flap
Rhett walked forward until he stood before her.
For a long moment, they just studied each other.
"I feel like a sixteen-year-old," she said, moistening her lips, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. Was he nervous too? He didn't look nervous. Instead, he moved a little closer to her, cupped her face with his hands, and lifted her chin so she looked into his eyes.
"Ask me," he murmured.
Tears pricked her eyes. Everything teetered on this moment. So far, she hadn't done anything she could regret, not really. Nothing she could blame herself for. If she went any further...
If only there was some kind of rulebook she could refer to at times like this. But there wasn't, there was only her own judgment, and she'd never been very confident of that.
His hands were warm on her face, and he brushed her bottom lip with his thumb.
"Ask me," he murmured again.
She was under his spell--there was no doubt about it. She couldn't look away from his eyes, entranced by the way they glowed green in the lamplight. They were hooded, fixed on hers. The softness had gone, and they were filled with a sexy desire.
"Ask me," he said a third time. Although he was giving her the option to turn him down, and he wouldn't do anything without her permission, his firm tone demanded she do as he said.
She swallowed. Here I go, leaping off the cliff... "Kiss me," she whispered.
His mouth curved up, and he exhaled with a long sigh of relief. Then he lowered his lips to hers.