Ivy’s pulse skyrocketed and her throat went impossibly dry. God, he was gorgeous like this—smiling with his fangs flashing, his dark eyes glowing with red, smooth, tan skin so close she could touch. Pull yourself together, Ivy, she scolded herself. What are you going to do, jump the man right here in the corridor? As if he could read her mind—or scent her interest like a perfume—the rings in his eyes blazed and a deep, luscious growl rumbled in his chest.
