“You going to kiss me, Gray, or just continue admiring what you see?” he murmurs, now running a thumb over my bottom lip. “Still contemplating drowning you, actually.” My voice is breathy, my own fingers wandering over the curve of his jaw. “Oh, darling, I already am.” His lips inch closer to mine, teasing me. “And I’m begging you to let me breathe you in.” I smile slyly. “I thought you never begged?” “I’m getting used to it when it comes to you.” And then his hand slips behind my neck to pull my lips toward his.
