Chapter 47

• Megan's POV
• Even though he spoke in a whisper, I could clearly hear him, as if my ears were particularly sensitive to his speech. His warm breath touches my face as his softly whispered words move the air in front of me. Once again, I could taste him on my lips and practically taste the strength and masculinity he had. He tenderly cupped my head in his broad hands, as if he was afraid of hurting me if he squeezed me any harder. His warmth flowed into me, and as our flesh touched, sparks flew.
• His beard tickled my hands as I raised my other hand to lay it on his face. I stroked them over his face and down to his neck before grabbing hold of them behind his back and yanking him into me. His trembling under my touch and the goosebumps that had now appeared on the back of his neck were both palpable to me. His fingers brushed my hair back so it sat behind my ear as it proceeded from my cheek to my hair. When I saw the concentrated look he was giving me, warmth began to build in my belly and spread throughout the rest of my body. He grinned back at me when I nodded in agreement.