Megan's POV

Even though he spoke in a whisper, I could clearly hear him, as if my ears were particularly sensitive to his speech. His warm breath touches my face as his softly whispered words move the air in front of me. Once again, I could taste him on my lips and practically taste the strength and masculinity he had. He tenderly cupped my head in his broad hands, as if he was afraid of hurting me if he squeezed me any harder. His warmth flowed into me, and as our flesh touched, sparks flew.

His beard tickled my hands as I raised my other hand to lay it on...