Jolie’s eyes fluttered shut as his lips tentatively touched hers. Gingerly as if worried she would freeze and panic with the intimate touch, he tugged her closer to him. His one hand was still on her waist, his fingers lightly holding her. His nose brushed hers as he slanted his head sideways and kissed her mouth tenderly.
Her senses were on overdrive. All of them. She could smell the aftershave he’d put on this morning and the hint of coffee clinging to his lips. He tasted of the bitter dregs of the caffeine he probably had only sipped a few times during the entire day. His heart beat a steady rhythm under her palm placed on his chest and she could hear the rush of her own blood from the crazy thundering her heart was making.
His mouth moved over hers as she sighed leaning into him. She
