"What are you afraid of? That I'll try to seduce you and take youto bed? Do I really strike you like that kind of guy?"
Every inch of my body commands me to say yes. In myexperience, men who don't look even half as godlike as he does are after onething only. But nothing I've seen or heard about him indicated he's awomanizer. But being so close to him makes it impossible to think rationally.
I push him away, but with one swing he grabs bothmy hands and pins them against the wall above me. His lips are inches away frommine, the fingers of his free hand tracing the contour of my lips, leaving atrail of fire behind them. He's so close to me that I can feel every single hotbreath against my lips. He locks eyes with me, and it's the sight of his blueeyes boring into mine--more than his proximity and his touch--that sets me onfire, causing an almost unbearable pressure between my thighs.
He trails his fingers from my lips down to my chinand then slowly over my neck. I bite my lip when he presses gently with histhumb on the hollow of my neck, then proceeds with his torture farther down.His fingers peruse the hem of my neckline, at the exact point where the soakedfabric of the dress meets my skin, then slip under the fabric. Just a fractionof an inch.
Not enough to actually touch my breast.
But more than enough to send me over the edge.
"Damn you, Parker, kiss me," I whisper.He doesn't answer, the corner of his lips lifting in a delicious smile as heremoves his hand from my neckline, letting it fall by his side. I wait, suckingin my breath, for him to lean forward and kiss me. After what feels like hours,he finally leans forward and kisses me.
On my goddamn forehead.