He walked me to my bedroom door. He paused there, uncertainty in his eyes. “I don’t want you to regret what happened tonight.” “I couldn’t.” There was no chance. “I should, but I don’t think I can, either,” he said. “Maybe we should have been doing this for a long time.” That sweet wickedness gleamed in his eyes. “You are playing with fire, Dakota Cooper.” “Maybe I want to burn.” Greed hardened his features to stone, and he wavered before he brushed his fingertips down the edge of my face. “Go to bed, Dakota.”
