I finally allowed myself to meet his gaze, letting him see my sincerity as I said, “I’m sorry.” Freeing my hands from the ice packs, he stared at them for a long moment, some indecision in his eyes that melted away a second before his head lowered, and he kissed my cold fingers. Warmth pooled in my belly and pussy as I gaped at him. “Me too,” he whispered. He carefully tucked my trembling hands back under the ice before meeting my gaze.
