Incarnate

"The worst thing you could ever do is fall in love with me," she murmured with a steady breath, the planes of her feminine frame against his in a dangerous game.

Goosebumps plagued her arms, at the feeling of his fingers delicately caressing her bare skin.

He was playing with fire, but so was she, as his lips grazed her earlobe in a whisper.

"What if I already have?"