Carrie tried hard not to fidget. But she couldn’t help it. Maverick kept staring at her. He sat on the opposite side from her at the table, next to William, staring at her. She could feel his eyes like a burning touch on her skin. She clenched her jaw, wishing he would stop.
This was what she was talking about. He couldn’t seem to control himself where she was concerned. And it was not good. He couldn't behave like that in front of people. Carrie shook her head. She thought she would regret offering that he come to her room tonight, but now she could see that it was the right decision.
He really thought of her as his mate. At that moment, his eyes crawled down her body, a possessive light shining through them. He focused on nothing else but her.
Carrie fanned herself feeling suddenly
