Burke tensed, eyes still locked on Rosalie. “Christ, Rosalie, say it.” She knew what he wanted. She wanted the same thing. She’d been aching for it since that first kiss. Could she dare say the words in front of Renley? He was standing right there, ready to step in, ready to protect her. His kiss was still fresh on her lips. Oh god, he would see . . . but some dark part of her wanted him to see, wanted them both to understand how she felt. She lifted her chin, looking into Burke’s eyes, and whispered the words that would send her straight to hell. “Burke, will you please kiss me—”
