Then the young Greek man with the deep sadness left, along with the most skeptical member of the group—a man they called Corey, who seemed to grow angrier the more aroused he became.
That left Hallie, curled up in her bedroll in a shadowy alcove away from the glowing fire pit. Kol only watched at first, his mind drifting to memories of the last time he’d been with Eveline. His old lover had awakened one morning and found him watching her, much like he watched Hallie now.
“You have the look of a very patient cat waiting for the chase,” Eveline had said. “You could have had me in your jaws a hundred times while I slept, helpless.”
“I prefer knowing you’re choosing not to run when I decide to take you.” He slipped down beside her warm curves, cupped one breast, and pressed lips and tongue
