WKB – Celtic Cross Flashback
[Jack] stood a hairsbreadth behind her, all the nerve endings closest to her firing and crackling, his fingers twitching to touch. Bending to the nape of her neck, he breathed in the scent of sweet almonds, bright citrus, and a dark musk that was utterly intoxicating. How desperately he wanted to touch her. To drag his nose along her nape sending a warm breath to tickle the fine hairs. To slide a hand down her arm and thread his fingers through hers. To take that last sm