She heard him suck in his breath and jerked her hand back. “Did I hurt you?” she asked, worried. “No.” There was a strangled something in his voice that made her look up at him. He was staring at her, his eyes hot and silver, his white teeth sunk into his lower lip. His hair was a riot of dark softness around his face, and she wanted to brush it back so badly, she felt it as an ache. A hard ache deep in her belly.
