Pinned beneath his body, her senses drowned in his heat.
The force of his presence, the scent of his cologne mingled with something purely masculine, the intensity in his eyes… it suffocated her, consumed her, wrapped her in a cage she couldn't escape.
Yet despite the overwhelming pressure, she couldn't deny the shiver of longing that rushed through her veins.
His left arm braced against the mattress, holding his weight effortlessly above her, his muscles flexing under the fabric of his shirt. He hovered so close she could feel the restrained power in every breath, in every tremor of his chest against hers.
Bella had never felt more cornered… and never more aware of him.
Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as his lips inched closer, his breath warm against her cheek. Every nerve in her body screamed that he was about to kiss her.
Her eyes widened and then squeezed shut, waiting, anticipating, her chest rising and falling like a trapped bird.
But nothing came.
