She wrapped her arms around his neck, brushing her fingers through his hair.
Knowing he had to stop before the passion caused them both to lose all restraint, he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers, his breathing unsteady and ragged.
He leaned forward, his warm breath washing over her cheeks, his lips brushing hers. Drawing away and straightening her shoulders, she glared at him. “Of course not, Mr. Coulter.”