"If you really want me," he said, eyes locked on hers, "come to me tomorrow. Sober. Naked. Ready."
Then he turned and walked out, calm and casual, as if he hadn't just completely disarmed her and left her body burning with need.
Lily stood there for several long seconds, rooted to the spot.
Her legs felt weak. Her heart was pounding.
Her skin tingled everywhere he had touched her. And her mind—normally so sharp and careful—was spinning out of control.
She sank against the counter slowly, her back pressing into the cold edge as she tried to catch her breath.
Her fingers touched her lips, still tender from his kiss.
Her whole body still felt the echo of his touch.
What just happened?
She wasn't supposed to fall for guys like Ross. He was dangerous. Irresponsible.
A walking scandal waiting to happen.
And yet… he had just turned her inside out and walked away like a gentleman.
That threw her off more than anything.
