He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his own gaze holding something deep—an emotion she couldn’t quite decipher. But one thing was certain.
He wanted her to see it.
Matteo’s gaze dropped to her lips, darkened with unmistakable hunger. His finger lightly traced her lower lip, making Emily jolt as an unfamiliar shiver ran through her body. This was wrong.
“I’ve never said the word ‘sorry’ in my life,” he murmured, his voice husky. “But it seems you’re going to hear it from me. I’m really sorry, Emily.”
Before she could process his words, she felt his warm breath ghost over her lips. He didn’t kiss her—just hovered there, so close that she could feel the heat radiating from him.
Emily’s eyes widened in shock and fury. For a brief second, she was frozen, unable to believe what was happening. But then, anger snapped her out of her daze. She raised her hand to slap him, but Matteo was faster.