Marcus was pulled by warmth and fragrance before his thoughts fully returned to him. When his eyes opened, the first thing he saw was Talia leaning close, her beautiful face only inches away. Her hair brushed his shoulder, her breath warm against his neck, and for a moment he simply lay still, trying to understand how he had ended up in such an intimate position.
She had apparently leaned over him, her upper body nearly resting across his back. The closeness made his heartbeat quicken. His gaze drifted downward almost instinctively, and he froze when he realized just how little distance separated them. The soft rise and fall of her chest, the careless intimacy of her posture, and the faint scent clinging to her skin struck him all at once. It was the kind of temptation no man could ignore, especially not when he had already begun to care about her far more than he admitted aloud.
His throat felt dry.
"Talia," he murmured.
