Evangeline’s stomach tumbled. She told herself it was because she was starting to feel hungry, not because of the way Jacks slowly took in every inch of her black thigh-high boots, her shortened skirt, and the form-fitting lace corset cinching her waist and— He abruptly stopped when he reached all the skin that went from her chest to her neck. A muscle jumped in his jaw. The color deepened in his eyes. For a fraction of a second, he looked murderous.
#NEEDTHAT
