He stared into her hazel eyes. The urge to lean in and kiss her was great. He didn’t dare do it because one taste wouldn’t be enough. He would want more.
That wasn’t true. He would want it all.
Cullen had never met anyone with such strength and vulnerability as Tamlyn. The need to protect her was as undeniable as his attraction. He couldn’t recall the last time he had felt such a strong tie to anyone. Usually, he would find an excuse and leave when he got too close. He hadn’t been with her a full day, and yet it seemed as if he had known her for years. That should scare him. Yet, it didn’t. It felt…right.
“You’re staring again,” she whispered.
“So are you,” he pointed out.
Her lips softened into a smile that was altogether too sexy.
His blood heated as he imagined how soft her mouth would be against his, how pliant her body would feel against his. Kiss her? Hell, he wanted to devour her.
He was so fucked.