His smile was wicked, and she was mesmerized as his tongue darted out to wet his lower lip.
She'd been trapped, pinned down by his size and proximity, and all she could do was breathe. She couldn't help but look at his face, his eyes, and his lips, which had touched hers. Luthor was the moon, and she was in his gravitational pull. Part of her would do anything to be closer to him.
That didn't mean she wanted to, however.
She swallowed and pushed down the bond. It was biology. Nothing but biology. He snarled low in his throat, and she was sure that he would devour her.
"Say the word, and I'll back off."
"The word," she spat.
He scoffed, but for a moment, she could have sworn that she also saw disappointment on his face. His scent was causing her to squirm out of her skin, an unwelcome
