Chapter 41

She stroked the stubble rough side of his face and whispered softly, in a voice of purest temptation, “Why not go ahead with it? Why not do what neither of us can stop wanting to do, just one time?” she said softly.

He knew exactly how he should respond to those dangerous questions. He needed to take her by the shoulders and put her gently but firmly away from him. But instead, he muttered in a rough, choked growl, “It would be…wrong. We are not supposed to.”

She used the backs of her fingers to stroke the close clipped hair at his temples. “I don’t care, Asher,” she said. “I really don’t care if it’s wrong. I only want one good thing to remember about tonight, one sweet, naughty secret to make it…not quite so awful. I thoroughly understand that it’s never going to be between you and me. That we are different and maybe not even compatible.”

He tried to speak.

She put her soft hand between them and covered his mouth with her palm. “Shh. Not finished,” she said