But before I even get the chance to right myself, Quinton’s hands latch onto my hips and pull me down onto his lap.

“Are you alright?” His gaze drifts down my body trying to see if I’m hurt. His hand reaches for my ankle that got caught up in between his legs.

“Ye—” I start, but the word gets stuck in my throat when his strong hands pull my legs onto the couch and start kneading into my ankle.

My mind goes blank and my eyes are glued to his fingers as they latch onto the hem of my leggings and slowly push them above my calf. He keeps his hands on my legs as he drags them back down to start his massage again.

Every muscle in my body—muscles I forgot I even had—are clenched. The silence in the room is only punctuated by the sound of my heavy breathing, which I can’t seem to get under control. Goose bumps trail his every touch and my body is betraying me. No matter how hard I’ve tried to convince myself that I don’t have feelings for him, one touch is all it took for me to forget it all.

The circles his fingers make across my skin are hypnotic. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. Seeing his dark skin against mine is going to be what I dream about from now on. We look like the Reese’s I just ate, chocolate and peanut butter . . . my favorite combination.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” his hoarse voice whispers into my ear.

I’m pretty sure I have fallen into a sugar coma and this is all my imagination. I keep my eyes on his hands, afraid that if I look away, I’ll shatter this wonderful fantasy I fell into.

But when his hand leaves my ankles and drifts to my chin, turning my face to meet his, I know this is real life. Because not in my deepest fantasy could I dream up the way he’s looking at me right now. There’s a fire behind his eyes that I’ve never seen before. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as his hand falls down my back, and we just stare at each other for what feels like an eternity.

Our breathing getting heavier with every second that passes by until he finally breaks the silence. “I’m going to kiss you.” He leans in and his breath dancing across my lips causes shivers to run down my spine. “So if you don’t want that, say it now.”

I move my gaze from his full lips, wanting them to touch mine more than I’ve wanted just about anything in the entire world, and look him straight in his eyes. “I want it.”

The words are still on my lips when his mouth touches mine.