Run To Me. Lauren Nichols

      “I doubt that.”

      “I don’t,” he murmured, and captured her hand. He held it for a long moment, giving her time to decide if she wanted it back. Then, when she didn’t tug it away, he brought it slowly to his lips. Mac watched her eyes widen as he rubbed his lips over the tips of her fingers, good sense gradually losing out to the new heat stirring in his blood.

      Then without really knowing how it happened, suddenly she was in his arms, his hands were sliding through all that hair, and his eager mouth was slanting over hers.