A woman made for pleasure

Chase reached up and lightly caressed her cheek as he tucked a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear. He noticed her soft, pink lips had parted slightly. They were standing so close now, it would be effortless to satisfy this insane attraction and kiss her. One kiss and his curiosity would be vanquished and this charm she was weaving over him would disappear. “In regard to this absurd promise you three made, what”—he stroked her cheek again—“is your particular exception allowing you to marry?” Millie stared at him, unable to move under his gaze. The strength and gentleness in his eyes unsettled her, and she automatically clutched his shirt for balance. The action reminded her of just how small and light she was compared to him. Her heart pounded in her chest. His touch was arousing unfamiliar and very feminine desires. She was both surprised and bothered to discover how much she liked it . . .