Summer Fling: A Bride for Glenmore. Sarah Morgan

desperate. His entire body was consumed by a ferocious heat and he felt her hands shaking as they struggled with the buttons on his shirt.

      It was the touch of her fingers against his bare chest that brought him to his senses.

      Another minute more and neither of them would have stopped.

      ‘Kyla …’ With difficulty he broke his mouth from hers and forced his hands to release her smooth, golden flesh ‘… we have to stop. This isn’t a good idea.’

      She gave a whimper of protest and leaned in towards him again, but he stepped backwards, breathing heavily.

      ‘Kyla, no.’

      She blinked, her eyes dazed and disorientated. ‘Why—? What?’ Her mouth was soft and bruised from his kiss and he gritted his teeth and reminded himself that she knew nothing about him.

      She didn’t know who he was or why he was there. But when she did. ‘Trust me. This is a mistake.’

      She took a step back and when she spoke, her voice was soft. ‘Did it feel like a mistake, Ethan?’

      Physically, no. But he had more sense than to take that route given the present set of circumstance. ‘We need to forget this happened.’

      ‘Why?’ Her blue eyes studied his face, searching for answers to the questions bubbling up inside her. ‘This wasn’t just me, it was you, too.’

      ‘I know that.’

      ‘Then—’

      ‘I can’t explain, but it isn’t you, it’s me,’ he growled, reaching for the door like a drowning man would have grasped anything that happened to float. ‘And now I need to go home.’

      ‘But—’

      ‘Goodnight, Kyla. Thanks for dinner.’

      He didn’t wait to hear her reply, just strode out of her cottage and kept his eyes on his own front door.