“I was thinking that you were probably the hottest sex I’d ever had.” His eyes drop to my lips. The air crackles between us. “And even now, every time I’m in a room with you, it’s as if my body takes on a need of its own.” Time stops as we stare at each other. He sips his wine in slow motion. “When I look at you . . . I have one thing on my mind,” he murmurs. “I can’t help it. It’s almost primal.”
