Finally, Étienne whispers, “Have you any idea how much I want you?” Shivering at the sound of his voice, I shake my head. “Don’t do it.” I see the yearning in his eyes. One simple touch is tempting. One perfect kiss is torture. Anything after that is irreversible. I know if he kisses me, I won’t be able to stop. Something tells me he won’t be able to either. “You keep demanding I stop this. Why do you think I’m any stronger than you?” he says tightly.
