"Carmen," he whispered huskily with a nervous laugh. "We'd better stop, or I'm going to get into trouble again."
She stepped away from him and raised a shaking hand to her bruised lips. "I'm sorry."
He leaned a shoulder against the wall. "If you want me to behave myself, we're going to have to stop this. Frankly, I don't think either of us can stand up to this kind of pressure."
Warmth crawled up her neck with the realization that she had lost control - and Alex had been aware of it. He could have taken advantage of the moment. After all, it wasn't violating any of his principles. And yet, in her moment of surrender, he had set his desires aside and assumed responsibility. Yes, she had crossed that last hurdle of doubt. Alex had proven he could be trusted with her heart. He was man enough to wear the pants.