“I think you care about me,” Zane whispered.

He knew he shouldn’t be so honest with her. Glory’s rose scent tickled his nostrils, making his stomach churn with equal parts need and premonition.

She gasped.

“And I think you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you,” he whispered. Her soft lips parted and her eyes widened. The need to taste her was a magnet, drawing him in, making his lips tingle in anticipation. He bent his head down, moving closer inch by inch, giving her time to move away.

She didn’t. His palms itched to touch her, but he sensed that it would be a step too far. The heated air between them was thick with tension. “Say yes to me.”

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their breathing mixed with the ticking of the clock on the mantel. “Yes.” The soft whisper burrowed inside him, grabbing something deep within him and pulling him to her.

His lips touched hers.