My pulse spikes. “Tell me to stop now,” he murmurs, his eyes searching mine. I blink. I don’t want him to stop if he means he’s about to seduce me. I want him to… “Um…” A corner of his mouth quirks upward, then he kisses me. In front of my door. His free hand rests on the spot next to my head, caging me in. I usually feel claustrophobic when a guy does that, but now I feel cocooned, sheltered from the world as we share the space that’s our own and sink deeper into the kiss.
