For the second time in the past twenty-four hours, my lips were inches from his. I could practically feel them against mine—moving so slowly at first until we both couldn’t handle it anymore and were devouring each other.
I curled my fingers into his chest and shut my eyes, wanting nothing more than to close the distance between us. He pulled me an inch closer, his cinnamon breath making my lips tingle. God, I had never wanted anyone more than him.
Someone knocked on the door. “Dani,” Trevon said. “It’s me.”
I dropped my head, resting my forehead against Eros’s. For a moment, I enjoyed being this close to him. His fingers tickling my skin. The light hum of his breathing.
Trevon knocked again. I sighed and walked to the door. Tell him what you need to tell him and send him on his way. D
