“I have a big problem,” Aaron said, his voice full of gravel. “I’m not looking for a relationship.”

“Neither am I,” Stella interrupted then gripped his wrist, keeping his warm palm pressed to her face. She knew what she wanted and what she didn’t want. She didn’t want a relationship, or to be hurt. And she sure as hell didn’t want to lose his touch.

His pupils flared, the black swallowing the blue of his irises. “I can’t help wanting you. Wanting to kiss you again. Wanting more.” His thumb swiped her bottom lip in provocation.

She sighed, closed her eyes, enjoyed the moment that felt like that weightless feeling at the top of a swing.

She opened her eyes. “I want you too, but I’m not sure that it’s wise.” The last few words came out a whisper, totally lacking conviction.

But seriously, who cared about wisdom with chemistry this good? She’d be leaving as soon as her transfer came through. Surely she could indulge in her ultimate fantasy: one night with Aaron Bennett.

Question was, would she survive it?