They were open wide, the molten depths of them showing all traces of her emotion. She was trembling underneath his palms and he lowered his eyes to her lips. Flicking back to her gaze, he lowered his head infinitesimally, a question in his eyes. He desperately wanted to kiss her, but he could give her the same respect she offered him. He would walk away right now if she wished it. He’d back off and go right back to being the professional he was. But when her head tilted forward the smallest bit, he lost all control.