My breath caught and then sped up. My head started to swim, making me a little dizzy. Which was the only way to explain what I saw next—it looked like he was checking me out, his gaze hot as one side of his mouth lifted, as if he liked what he saw. Which reminded me of how little clothing I was actually wearing. Was he breathing a little harder, too? And whose heartbeat felt so fast—mine or his? “Madison . . .”
