‘If you’re the hero, what does that make me?’ His finger dipped to her collarbone. Heat spread across her chest. This would have been the moment to pull away; instead, she let a hint of challenge slip into her voice. ‘I’m still trying to figure that out.’ ‘Would you like my help?’ Dante dropped his hand to her hips. Tella’s breathing hitched. ‘No. I don’t want your help … I want you.’ Dante’s gaze caught on fire and he took her mouth with his.
