Honey

His touch lingered on my wrist, where my heart pounded like crazy when he touched me. My knuckles already started to feel better after he applied that cream to them for me.

I could still feel his breath on my lips, stormy gray eyes fixated on mine. His mouth beckoned mine with his full lips and trimmed beard.

Dante was at least ten years older than me and I knew I shouldn’t be as attracted to him as I was. Especially considering the whole kidnapped ...