〃Chloe；〃 Ross began in husky chiding； 〃do you have any idea what it does
to a man when a woman looks at him that way？〃
It took every ounce of her willpower to keep from lowering her gaze in
curiosity。 〃I'm sorry…〃
〃Oh； don't be sorry。〃 He came closer。 Though he didn't touch her； his
body was no more than a breath away。
And she felt it； felt the need。 She put a hand to his chest to ward it
off； but it was a sorry miscalculation。 Her fingers found a mat of soft；
dark hair that sprang； warm and still moist； from the freshness of
lightly bronzed skin。
The pounding of her pulse frightened her so that she tore her hand from
his chest and thrust it behind her back。 She felt a huge measure of
guilt。 If he did also； it was hidden behind desire。 His amber eyes
smoldered； heating her all the more。 The need； ahhhh； the need。 The ache
to be held and loved 。。。 Ever so slowly； Ross lowered his head until
his lips shadowed hers。 She felt them； wanted them。 Her own parted in
silent invitation。 She closed her eyes to savor the sensation。 But he
never kissed her。 Rather； there was a soft exchange of breath； a whisper
of lips against one another； sweet； sweet torment。
Chloe felt ready to burst； willing to beg。 But that was a sure road to
self…disgust。 So she finally did what she had meant to do all along。 She
pressed against his chest； pushing hi