King Harry's eyes grew darker, his voice a hush as he whispered, "Do you know what you are asking for?"
I knew, but I didn't care. I knew this was going to be one big disaster. We were nothing—just people suddenly attracted to each other. But unlike him, I had known him for a long time, and I had always felt this strong pull like sea waves.
"Yes," I said against his mouth, hungry for more of what we had at the lake.
His lips grazed mine and I felt a spark erupting in flames. My legs curled, and I wanted nothing more than to have his lips fully on me.
When he spoke next, the words caressed my lips and made my back ache. "I will never forget this."
And then he kissed me. Slowly at first, as if he were memorizing a line from his favorite book, he held my waist and pulled me closer, leaving no space between us.
His growl and my moan intertwined. Just like Laila in the book, I found myself calling his name, a name I had once been so afraid to say.
