He leans over me, bracing one hand on the arm of my chair, his face inches from mine while his eyes take me in from head to toe and back up again.
“Instead, I find myself wanting you more with every brash, insolent word that comes out of your mouth.”
He reaches up and traces the bump on my lip with one finger, making it tingle. When he meets my gaze, it seems the blue of his eyes is darker, filled to the brim with fire and lust and promises of so much pleasure.
He runs his finger from my lips down my neck, sending ripples of sensation everywhere he touches, all of that coalescing between my legs where a throbbing starts. Wetness pools in my panties at the thought of what that piercing would feel like inside me.
But Zade only continues to stare at me.
“Why did you really come here toda
