"Don't touch me, Mel, not unless you're willing to do a lot more," he warned. Her hazel eyes flared golden.
"Don't threaten me, Steve. You’re…"
He pulled her into his arms despite the alarm bells clanging in his head.
Danger! Danger! Danger!
Her widened eyes met his. Her hands were trapped against his chest, but she didn't push him away. Her fingers curled into his shirt.
Her mistake. His mistake was to crush her mouth under his.
Her soft lips parted. Need exploded like dynamite. The taste of black coffee didn't hide her sweet flavor. Her tongue tangled with his. Her arms slid around his neck and her fingers burrowed through his hair.
He hungered to peel the starched shirt off her soft shoulders, lay her on the thick turf and ease his desire. He tasted her brows, her cheek, along her throat, seeking the source of her call. Her pulse whipped under his mouth, awakening another need.
His teeth gently closed on the vulnerable vein.
He wanted, wanted, wanted…
Cold alarm chilled his pounding blood.
He gasped for air. He’d forgotten his own ironclad rule. Her eyelids flittered open to reveal the molten glow of desire. He forced himself free.
He had no right to touch any woman. Not until he knew he hadn't become what he had set out to destroy.