Chapter Fifteen
It was worse than it had been on the terrace, for Kate could see his face clearly. He stood so close that the gold in his irises was visible. There was an odd smile on his mouth, the faintest curve to his lips.
James released the curl. It sprang back against her cheek. Kate held herself rigid, anticipating his kiss, determined not to betray herself. But James didn’t kiss her. Instead he drew a fingertip down her jaw. He traced a path from her ear to her chin, the same route his mouth had taken on the terrace. Her skin tingled at the light caress. She concentrated on holding herself extremely still.
His fingertip lay beneath her lower lip now, in the soft indentation there. He was still staring at her. That intent gaze and the fingertip on her skin unnerved her. “Well, ge
