His eyes raked down the length of her body, trailing over pale skin and dangerous curves. He circled behind her, fingers brushing the veil. Hana froze. She hadn't expected him to touch it, hadn't expected him to strip away the barrier. But in one fluid motion, the veil slid from her shoulders and fell. The idea was ruined.
His gaze landed on her tattoo—a laughing baby panda clutching a bouquet. The sight jolted through him like lightning.
"Kai, I—"
"Can I touch it?" His whisper brushed her ear, deep and hushed, burning her skin hotter than flame.
Her breath hitched, heat crawling up her neck. "What?"
"Can I?"
Hana swallowed hard, thighs pressing together instinctively. "Yes."
His hand extended, tracing the ink etched into her back with reverence. He'd seen tattoos before, but never one so intimate, so achingly personal. So she still loves pandas, he thought, lips twitching. Desire roared in his chest—an urge to seize her waist, crush her to him, and kiss her until she trembled. He clenched his jaw, resisting.