The more Aiden rubbed his face on my palm, the hotter I felt. It was like he was casting some kind of spell on me. His stubble was a little rough, but it tickled in a way that made my heart do somersaults. Then, out of nowhere, he kissed my wrist, lingering there like he was inhaling my very essence. My cheeks were practically on fire, and I was convinced that my face had turned the same shade as a ripe tomato.

When he closed his eyes and his hand went slack, finally letting go of ...