His free hand came up and rested on the side of my neck. The second he made contact, my eyes slid closed as I let myself feel the current of desire flowing down to my toes. “Hey,” he whispered, and I met his hazel gaze. He made this sound. A cross between a grunt and growl, the kind of sound a man made when he was completely satisfied, and then the distance between us was no more. His hand tightened slightly at my neck the second our lips made contact.
