Page 30 of Bred By the Sheikh

Her fingers curled around the arm of her chair.

“I’m attracted to you.”

Heat tightened low in my body.

“And that makes you nervous?”

“It’s fast.”

“I know it is.”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“It bothers me a little.”

I nodded.

“Then we stop here.”

Her eyes widened.

“I didn’t say I wanted you to stop.”

I remained where I was.

“Then tell me what you do want.”

She stood.

So did I.

“I’m nervous.”

She came around the table.

“And I still want you to kiss me.”

I looked down at her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am.”

She closed the last step herself.

I cupped the side of her neck and kissed her.

Chrissy made a soft sound against my mouth.

This sound was nothing like breakfast. This one was for me.

Her hands caught the front of my clothes, then slid upward over my chest as she kissed me back.

She was sweet for less than three seconds.

Then she opened beneath my mouth and met my tongue with hers.