w sip of his drink, his voice gaining a jagged, hungry edge. She could hear
elf. Just wanted to stay fo
w, her heart a frantic bird in h
ion of his voice teasing the sensitive skin of
?" she
g over his drink as he took
d like to hea
ser until she could feel the heat of h
of the
brushed a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear. He didn't pull away; instead, he
hat?" she asked, her
gue swept out to dampen them. "I get the impressio
a little... actually a lot crazy, but she threw caution to the win
nned. It was a slow, heart-stopping look that revealed a single dimple
at you're o
accept it
a fraction of an inch from the shel
her blood. Isabella twisted into him, her lips instinctivel
errupting them. Isabella jumped, her eyes snapping to the b
ssment and agonizing disappointment. The bartender offered an apo
same frustration she felt. He leaned back in, his voice a low, appealing rumble
umming lips, her decision already made before
----
nd himself to keep from saying '
s promising a very specific kind of trouble-made him wonder if s
to say, gesturing toward
slow-motion torture. As she stood, her height caught him off guard; she was a tall woman and met his eyeline with a poise that made the air between
her shoulder, the look she gave him a le
ark waterfall of her hair as it brushed against the gentle flare of her backside. His imagination, usually disciplined and cold, was suddenly a riot of vivid imagery. What
was seconds away from being devoured. To sharpen the agony, she crossed her legs again, the movement dr
he reaction play out across his face with the satisfied smirk of a predator wh
he contact was brief-a spark of static-but it sent a jolt of pure adrenaline straight to his core, a total d
d to accept the chilled liquid, the olive bobbing at the base of the crystal. When she finished t
had caught him staring again and she was clearly relishing t
d he wasn't looking. Did he care th
rayed. "I confess I got a bit lost in the sight of you." It was the kind of line he usually found beneath him, but t

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