Finally, he lifted his eyes to hers, but slowly, dragging his focus from her hips up over her stomach, her breasts, her throat, her mouth. “I’m not going to see you again, am I?” she asked, her stomach falling in realization. Hesitating, he shook his head. “Why?” His eyes shuttered, the playful light extinguishing. “Because, little lamb, it doesn’t work that way.”
