Irresistible Fantasies (A Steamy Collection)
My knuckles brush the back of her hand where it rests on the couch cushion, and she jerks.
But she doesn’t pull away. So I do it again, slower this time, dragging my fingertips along the inside of her wrist, feeling the flutter of her pulse. “All that studying’s got you wound up.”
Her breath hitches. “I—I’m fine.”
Liar.
I lean in, just enough that my breath ghosts over the shell of her ear. The scent of her shampoo smells so sweet, like vanilla and citrus…It fills my head, and fuck, I want to bury my face in her neck, taste that pulse point hammering under her jaw. But I don’t.