His gaze intense, Harry ran his thumb over the line of her lip, then swirled it down over her chin.
A thrill shot through her, burning away any and all doubt. She wanted to stay.
His lips curved into a smile. “I’ll get someone to get your bags from your car.” The words were no more than a whisper that seemed to blend with the spell weaving around her, but they kept her standing where she was, staring mutely.
Somewhere deep in her brain, a voice protested, telling her this wasn’t right. She should object, step back, and show some level of backbone, but her lips wouldn’t open, and the words wouldn’t come.