Читать книгу Whirlwind Cowboy - Debra Cowan - Страница 2

His thumb brushed her chin. “I see you were able to clean up.”

“You, too.” She smiled, quite aware that he was still touching her. She stood motionless so as not to break the connection.

“You’re awful pretty.” His gaze moved from the flat plane of her chest bared by her neckline to her mouth. His eyes darkened.

She remembered that look! And the answering flutter in her stomach. Before she realized it, she had taken a step toward him.

“Damn.” He shifted closer too, muttering, “Ought to kiss you and see if you remember that.”

His voice was so low she barely caught his words, but when she did a wave of heat flushed her body. Nervous now, she let her tongue come out to moisten her lips and a nearly pained look came over his face.

For a split second she thought he might kiss her. She wanted him to because she suddenly, shockingly, recalled the feel of his mouth on hers. She wanted to feel it again….