Chapter 22

• Edgar's hand came to rest on her cheek as a calm look settled on his face. With the lightest of strokes, he brushed the soft skin as if testing the feel of her skin against the rough pad of his thumb.
• Lena let out a shaky breath through parted lips. She couldn't believe what she had just said to him. Was she out of her mind? What was he thinking? She wondered as he continued to touch her face so softly.
• "Come here," he said in a guttural growl before burying his fingers in the tangled strands of her red hair and pulling her toward his mouth. His kiss was soft, possessive and firm all at the time.