Saoirse
I’m looking straight into his stormy, raging eyes, and goddess, I’m thriving in it. There’s something about the way his anger wraps around his body, barely restrained, like a match begging to be lit. His hands tighten on my waist like he’s trying to keep himself from doing something reckless.
“Shameless,” I whisper, biting my lower lip, feeling the delicious burn of tension flare between us. “You always look like you're one second away from ruining me.”
His jaw ticks. "And you don’t know the things I’m capable of doing to you right here. In front of all these people."
Oh. That voice. Low, angry, sultry—devastating.
I giggle, dragging my fingers up to his nape, nails brushing skin. “You’re so sexy when you’re mad.” I lean close, letting my lips ghost near his ear. “Scold me aga
