“I was afraid you’d never speak to me again, Edie.”
David ran a hand down my arm and a shiver followed behind, sending goosebumps popping across my skin.
“I don’t know what possessed me to take a risk like that.”
He looked at me carefully. I waited, heart beating hard. It seemed to take ages from the time he began to bend toward me until his lips touched mine. I thought, in that seemingly endless interval, I would faint from anticipation and disbelief.
It was a soft, almost chaste kiss, nothing like the kiss from a month before, the kiss I hadn’t been able to get out of my head, the kiss that had left me rubber-kneed, breathless, and longing for more. His lips touched mine softly, and he stood for a few heartbeats without any kind of advance. Was he waiting for my response? I didn’t want him to doubt my desires, but my brain was moving too slowly to react before he drew back.
“Is this really what you want?” He reached his hand up to touch my cheek with his fingertips. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure,” I said, doing my best to keep my voice level.
“Because, I know what I want, Edie.” He ran his palm over my cheek. “I know what I want, and it’s not entirely appropriate. Not at all appropriate, in fact.”