Chapter 51. Sick Afternoon

The urge to kiss her was so overwhelming that it felt like the air between them was charged with an electric pull he couldn’t resist.

Her lips were right there… so close, so tempting. He swallowed tightly again as his gaze stayed focused on her mouth.

The idea of feeling her lips against his, of tasting her, was intoxicating. His body was screaming at him to give in to the burning desire to taste her.

But then, with a jolt, he snapped back to reality. “No,” he muttered under his breath, pulling back.

“Focus, Bruno. She’s sick. What the hell are you thinking?”

His hands were still shaking as he grabbed the glass of water nearby.

“Beauty…” he called in a whisper, carefully lifting her head, his fingers brushing the back of her neck and feeling the heat of her fever against his skin.

The touch sent another jolt through him, and he bit his lip, trying to control himself.

Beauty moaned softly, half-asleep, and the sound went straight to his