“I want to make sure you’re okay. That was a nasty bump to the head.”

“I’m fine.” Bri tugged her hand away, shocked at the way her body keeled toward him. The way her insides melted into liquid at his touch.

Fraser Moore was not good for her resolve. But he was very good for her libido.

“Wait—” He reached out to double-check the cut on her head. Or so she thought. But he paused, fingertips on her temple, then they trailed down to her mouth. His thumb smudged across her lips, making her breath come fast and hard. Thoughts fueled by pure desire swirled in her head. Touch. Mouth. Taste. Kiss.

He came closer. His breath warm on the side of her face. For a moment she thought he was going to kiss her. Wanted him to. Ached for that soft pressure of his lips on hers. His head tipped and he tilted her chin up, looking at her with such heat it made her tremble.