I held my breath as those brown eyed held me in a hold. I couldn't look away, I couldn't say a word.
“Are you afraid, flower?” Flynn asked. His voice had gotten lower, it was now a tone that sent shivers down my spine. It made me ache.
Afraid?
No.
Unsure? Definitely.
Yet feeling his touch on my skin, almost like he was searing the feel of it into my memories, permanently.
“Should I be?” I asked, breathless, gazing into those heated eyes like my life depended on it.
For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me again, capture my lips between his and slip his tongue past them. Instead a glint of mischief flashed in his eyes and he took a step back, creating distance between us and walking around the kitchen to bring down the pot with a rag.
I watched as he sieved away the
