He raised himself onto one elbow and came close, his gaze searching her eyes. Bri broke their stare, preferring to take in his full lips instead.
Fresh memories of how he kissed between her thighs resurfaced, tempting her to forget he was a speed bump on her road to reclaiming the balance in her life.
Ethan’s fingers took another tour of her naked skin. He trailed them down her arm, hopped from the tip of her elbow to follow the curve of her hip. Bri relished the touch. The contact acted like an incendiary, rekindling an explosive need she had for him.
Damn him. He wasn’t going to be smart.