"Jacob, you scared me," Francine choked out in shock, gazing back at him as his eyes took her in from bare feet to her robe. Then his eyes narrowed on her face and scowled in annoyance.
"I don't recall saying you could move from the exact spot I left you in, you know the one where I specifically said not to move from... let alone said you could go have a bath," he spat, taking in a waft of the air and noting the feminine scents of bubble bath and soaps in the air.
"I... you.. I," she tried to speak, but the look he was giving her rendered speech useless. He looked like he was battling whether to drag her to his bed or just devour her where she stood. She clenched hard, feeling too vulnerable yet way too aroused to think straight when he stared at her like that.
She couldn't hold his gaz
