Chapter 102
- The gap year in France had provided a different perspective on the kissing game and had proved beyond doubt that it was a finessed sensual art not all men acquired. Given a choice, she’d preferred a gentle touch and had pushed away any male who’d attempted a deep devouring.
- Until Liam. Who’d captivated, enchanted…and held the power to melt her bones. A complete meshing of the mind and emotions, ensuring it became so much more than she’d believed possible.
- He still did, she owned with silent reluctance…despite her every reason to hate him. All it took was a look, the lightest touch…and she was gone. His…like a moth drawn to flame.