-NIA’S POV
How did we go from me asking ‘How’s your wound?’ to being pinned against the wall with Lykoan’s dress shirt ripped off his sculpted body?
“Why don’t you check for yourself?” He taunted, taking my hands and guiding them around his bare torso to the firm ridges of his smooth back.
My stomach rolled with little earthquakes that just would not quit, then they turned into a full-fledged roil when Lykoan began moving my hands up and down his skin. The sparks zinged under my fingertips with his face dipped. He stared into my soul while I was glancing up at him, dazed.
I held his gaze for as long as possible, trying to prove to him that I could remain unaffected. Unlucky for me, the intensity of his eyes caused my cheeks to heat up. Motion, motion denied. I swung my eyes away.
Damn
