She felt his eye on him and wondered why he was staring at her that way. Was he about to make an impossible request? Was she looking messed up? She ran her hand over her hair to smoothen it down her head. Her tongue slipped out involuntarily and ran moved across her lips as she tried to wet her lips which felt dry all of a sudden.
“You’ve been thinking,” he said, voice low, silk-dark, dangerous. He crossed the room in three long strides, stopping just behind her, warm breath grazing the back of her neck.
Ava shivered, hips pressing slightly forward against the chaise. “Maybe,” she murmured, tone teasing yet tinged with need. “But I was thinking about you.”
He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through her core. “Good,” he whispered, fingers sliding along the curve of her sh
