Suddenly cutting himself off, she watched creases appear between his eyes as his brow furrowed. He cocked his head to the side in an almost animal-like way. He pulled his head back slightly, arm still pinned against her, and glanced down. To her horror, she realized his forearm was flush against her breasts—her unbound breasts. His eyes flicked back to hers before dropping to her neck. Without removing his arm or his dagger, he lowered his head to the side of her exposed throat and inhaled deeply. The sensation caused gooseflesh to dance across her skin. Was he…smelling her?
