Chapter 44: Making a Move

Bradley's heart raced with anticipation, and nervous energy filled his veins. He had no idea if Carissa would make a move or not, but if she did, he wouldn't stop her. Nope, no making that mistake a second time. He'd learned his lesson.

With his free hand, he gently brushed a lock of hair away from her face, and then cupped her cheek in his palm. Her eyelashes fluttered, but she kept her gaze locked on him, and that had an unbearable spike of desire flame up inside of him. He grazed the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip, and she puckered, kissing his fingertip.

A throaty, needy groan tore free from somewhere deep in his chest, and before he could stop himself, he lowered his head, his mouth inching closer and closer to hers. But before their lips touched, she turned away and hung her head. He deflated, all the air escaping his lungs in a dizzying rush of breath.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, head bowed. "You can't do this, Bradley. You're not this guy, remember?"