Rowan stopped moving completely. His hands froze holding the bandage. He lowered his gaze back to her face. His long fingers moved down. His hand gently teased the soft, sensitive skin at the nape of her neck. He stroked the fine hairs there, sending a warm shiver straight down her spine.
He spoke, his voice completely losing its playful tone. It became thick and heavy with desire.
"I might just kiss you," Rowan whispered, leaning in a fraction closer, "and take you right here on this bed."
The air between them suddenly became very hot and thick. The teasing game was instantly gone.
Delaney looked at his face. A few stray blond strands of his hair had fallen forward, resting over his forehead and partially hiding his beautiful brown eyes.
She raised her hand. Her soft fingers reached up and gently pushed the blond strands away from his face, tucking them neatly back. Her hand lingered on his warm cheek.
She looked at his mouth, and then back up to his eyes.
