Frost (Frost and Nectar, #1)

by C.N. Crawford

His gaze slid to mine. “That is the second time you called me handsome. Is this why you have to pretend to hate me so much? You can’t stop thinking about how I look.”

“But Ava.” His face was close to mine now, the moonlight and shadows sculpting his cheekbones. “Your utter contempt for me is what makes it all the more exciting when I have you under my control.” His knee slid between my thighs, his face close to mine now. The edges of our blades pressed closer to me. “It makes it more exciting,” he whispered. “Thinking of your complete disdain for me.”