Silken Temptation

 

Silken Temptation

The first time Adrian touched her hair, it was an accident. The second time, it wasn’t.

The dim lighting of the rooftop bar cast a golden glow over Isabella’s impossibly long, dark waves as she leaned against the railing, her back to him. The city stretched below, alive and humming, but all he could see was her—the way the breeze toyed with her hair, lifting strands just enough to let them dance before settling back over her bare shoulders.

It had been pure instinct. A light brush of his fingers against the silken strands as he stepped beside her. He expected her to pull away, to give him a sharp look. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, letting the strands slide through his fingertips like water.

He smirked. “That was dangerous.”

She turned to face him, one eyebrow arched. “What was?”

“Letting me touch it.” He twirled a single strand between his fingers, watching her reaction. “Now I don’t want to stop.”

Isabella’s lips parted slightly, and for a moment, the air between them crackled. Then, to his surprise, she took a step closer.

“What makes you think I want you to stop?” she murmured.

Adrian swallowed hard, his hand instinctively moving to the thick curtain of hair that fell over her shoulder. He smoothed it down slowly, savoring the way it felt against his skin. She didn’t pull away. If anything, she leaned into him.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he muttered, his fingers trailing lower, brushing just beneath the curve of her shoulder.

She smiled, slow and knowing. “Maybe I like danger.”

His breath hitched as she reached up, taking his hand and guiding it through her hair—deliberate, slow. It was intoxicating, the warmth of her skin beneath, the weight of her hair sliding between his fingers.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re trouble.”

“And yet…” She leaned in, her lips barely an inch from his ear, her hair cascading over his arm like a silken trap. “You’re not walking away.”

Adrian exhaled sharply. No, he wasn’t. And at this point, he didn’t think he ever would.

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