I mutter, knowing exactly what’s going through his mind. It’s the same thing that’s going through mine. All I can think about is kissing him. What would his lips feel like against mine? Would they be strong and demanding or soft and gentle? Cal’s fingers move from my lips, but they don’t leave my body. They run down my throat. He presses his fingertips to my racing pulse and leaves them there for a moment. I should be embarrassed that he can obviously feel my reaction to him, but I’m too caught up in the way he stares at me to feel anything but pure desire.
