That was my fourth mistake. His hand engulfed mine, sending a buzz over my skin that had nothing to do with the alcohol. Then he did something I wouldn’t have predicted in a million years. Jackson Sinclair guided my hand forward and pressed it to his chest. Over his heart. Over his rapidly beating heart. “Now feel what happens when I do this.” Without warning, he leaned in and brushed a kiss over my cheek. My body went up in flames. His pulse jumped under my palm. “You feel that?” His hot breath grazed my skin, making me shiver. “It likes you.”
