I shake my head as I watch him, our eyes locked. His hand trails my leg lazily, skimming the tight dress until he grazes my breast and ignites the usual sizzling response in me. His hand, feather-light, makes its way to my jaw until I’m almost breathless with its journey. He pulls me forward for the softest kiss of my life, his lips barely brushing mine, moving into me further, teasing and grazing. His hand skims along my jaw softly as his other comes to cup the other side. It’s soft and ...