He braced his feet on the underwater ledge, knees bent, creating room for her between his legs. She’d been struggling for the right things to say for the past hour. She reached out with her eyes instead, attempting to convey her concern for him, her empathy for the tragedy he’d been through, without words. They were so close their breaths mingled. Scott’s gaze lowered to her lips and the energy between them heated in a single heartbeat. She inhaled shakily, shallowly, drawn to him. Fighting it. It wasn’t the right time… . He moved the final inch, pressing his lips to hers, tightening his arms and kissing her with so much urgency and pent-up need she didn’t care if it was the right time. Didn’t care if she breathed. As long as he didn’t stop. They had to stop. “Scott,” she managed to get out. “No.” It took him several seconds to break the contact, and she had just as hard a time allowing the cool air to come between them.
