Lifting his other hand, he gently cupped her jaw, angling her back until she was forced to hold onto him for stability. His smoldering stare dropped from her eyes to her lips, and an almost inaudible growl vibrated deep in his throat. “You look good like this, Ivy,” he practically purred. Breath hitching, she forced herself to form words. “Like… what?” “Wanting,” he answered simply and the red in his eyes intensified. She didn’t have a response—her mind completely blank, overtaken by a sudden torrent of lust.
