Laura Lowell set down her chopsticks and, smiling, cupped Aiden Shaw's cheeks. "You have some milk on the corner of your mouth."
"Then wipe it off for me."
The words had barely left his mouth when her soft lips met his. Laura's tongue darted out, licking away the drop of milk from the corner of his mouth.
"There, all clean."
Aiden Shaw's gaze deepened as he looked at her. They were so close that the barest flutter of their eyelashes would brush against each other's skin.
"Is that all? Hmm?"
"What else did you expect?"
Aiden Shaw wrapped his arm around Laura Lowell's waist, his lips ghosting over hers. "We were having a perfectly nice meal, and you're the one who started this."
"I was just trying to clean your... Mmph..."
Laura was forced to lean back slightly, her long, soft hair cascading over her shoulders. Every breath she took was filled with the man's crisp, clean scent.
