Give him what?
Catherine's heart began to pound harder.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar, but that didn't matter. She lived alone here. No one would walk in.
Still… the small opening somehow made the moment feel even more dangerous.
Maximilian's hand shifted beside her shoulder, pressing deeper into the mattress.
When Catherine lifted her eyes to him, she realized just how close he was. He was so close she could see the delicate curve of his eyelashes… the darker shade of violet near his pupils… and the unmistakable hunger burning in those eyes as they looked at her.
Her breath trembled.
So… this is it.
He leaned down.
Instinctively, she closed her eyes. She waited for the moment his lips would finally touch hers, ready to melt into it, to welcome the warmth she had imagined so many times before.
Her chest rose and fell slowly, each breath brushing against him. Strangely, his breathing seemed to fall into the same rhythm.
