From the Back Cover
She had no business wanting him. A want like this scared her.
Because it was so deep, so strong, she made herself take another step back.
Dean just nodded. "It's okay, Jensen. I getit. You and me, we're not goingthere. So I'll . . ." He blew out abreath. "I'll just stop."
The words ripped out of her. "Stop what?"
He didn't answer. Long fingers wrapped around the neck of thebottle of Woodford Reserve he had next to him and he rose. "I hope you can get some rest thisweekend. Find some peace."
"You didn't answer me."
He paused halfway up the steps. "I can'tstop myself from thinking about you. ButI haven't made much of an attempt to hide the fact that I'm interested. I can do better, so I will. You don't want to see it, so I'll keep it tomyself. Sooner or later, it will fade."
She stared at the strong line of his backas he crossed the porch, her heart slamming away in her chest.
A knot formed in her throat.
This . . . this intensity she felt everytime she looked at him. That could fade?
It was the most real thing she'd felt since. . .
She didn't even realize she was movinguntil he'd turned to look at her.
Then she was doing the very thing she'ddreamed about.
His skin was warm against hers, the lightstubble scraping against her palms.Because that light touch wasn't enough, she kept one palm on his faceand then drove the other hand into his hair, tangled it in his dreads. The texture was coarse against her hand andshe shuddered at the thought of feeling him, all of him.
"I don't want it to fade," she whispered asshe rose onto her toes and pressed her mouth to his.