“Let me come to the reason for our little visit, Zofia,” he said.
“Yes. Please do.”
His cool fingers drew her chin a little further toward him, and his head bent down. Her heart seemed to do a drum roll. Her eyes closed in anticipation, knowing what his kiss would do to her. Would she be able to stand on her own two feet afterward? Or would she collapse in his arms, as she had that day, whirling with the aftershock? She awaited that exquisite feeling of euphoria that would flow around and through her.
There came a deep, satisfied rumbling in his chest. “If only we had time, Zofia,” he said as if reading her mind.
She opened her eyes, saw those strange gold-green eyes unblinking, glittering in the candlelight. The black pupils dilated, making him look nearly feral, and very hungry. Befo
