Page 85 of The Dragon 1
He stepped closer.
Close enough that I could smell that scent that made my lungs ache in his office—smoked sandalwood and candied ginger.
I shivered.
Goddamn it.
He raised a hand.
And even though every instinct screamed to brace myself or rush away, I didn’t move.
Couldn’t.
His fingers brushed a cherry blossom petal from my hair.
Just that.
A whisper of contact.
It burned right through my entire body.
My skin sang.
My knees softened.
And there was all of this other stuff drumming inside of me that whispered words. . .
Touch.
Power.
Worship.
Fire.
Girl!! Calm the fuck down.
I gritted my teeth.
“Tora.” His voice vibrated through my body.
I shivered and somehow, I was able to speak. “Good evening. . .Kenji.”
A wicked grin spread across his sexy face. “I read your letter several times today. Your message that you gave the runner. It was very interesting.”
Suddenly, he walked to my side and then he got behind me as if he wanted to know what my ass looked like in that dress.
Stunned, I continued to face forward. “I’m glad you read my response.”
“I apologize for the unwanted groping last night.”
“Thank you.”
“I like to touchmywoman.”
I blinked again.
“We’ll need to figure out a compromise like you said.”
