“Don’t you fucking look at me like that.” My gaze jerks toward his. Okay, the words aren’t the same, but the growly rasp is exactly what I’d heard in my head. “Like what?” I ask weakly. My pulse has gone from zero to a million in a split second, making my knees wobble. “You know what I’m talking about.” He hisses out a breath. “And you need to stop it.” “Stop what?” He groans. A frustrated, animalistic groan that sends a bolt of heat between my legs before spreading outward to set every square inch of my skin on fire. I’m no longer feeling the cold. I could be buck-naked in the Siberian
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