His gaze returned to mine, and with his opposite hand, he reached up and slid his fingertips across my cheek. I could no longer resist his touch and let myself draw forward into him until our bodies were no more than an inch apart. I reached up to take his hand that was now tenderly tracing my ear. “Can you feel me?” I asked. “Almost.” he breathed. “And it’s enough.” “Enough for what?” “To make me want you.”
