Her mouth is cracked open, and for a brief moment, I forget to breathe. “Don’t look at me like that.” She places her hands on her hips. “Like what?” I ask, amused. “Like you’re some kind of scary Big Bad Wolf.” I raise a brow, and the corner of my lip tilts up. I shouldn’t press her, but I can’t stop. “Why? Does it make you nervous? Uncomfortable? Or is it that it makes you wet, like it did the other night? I think I crack your perfectly constructed shell. I like you like this. So no, Miss Hart. I will not stop. Not when you look at me the same way.”
