The intensity of his stare scalded. Attraction. Desire. He was definitely attracted to me. He wanted me. I reminded myself that was something I could definitely work with. “I’m wet.” “Fuck,” he rasped, his gaze tracking the droplets of water as they coursed over my breasts, the curve of my stomach, and headed lower still, between my thighs. My skin tingled everywhere his gaze followed. “Can you help me with that?” The tips of his fangs became visible as his lips parted. “Trouble,” he murmured thickly. “You are trouble, liessa.” Something beautiful and powerful…
HOLY MOLY!!
