Cruz:
She walked into the room like sin had taken human form.
Red satin clung to her like it owned her, short enough to flash the swell of her thighs when she moved, the lace thong underneath doing nothing to hide the fact that she was ready to burn the whole f*****g world down just to get a rise out of me. Her damp curls were pinned up, soft strands falling around her flushed cheeks. And the scent—sweet, warm, hers—hit me like a goddamn drug.
And I still didn’t move.
I clenched my jaw and stared ahead, flipping through the TV menu like it was the most fascinating thing on the planet. My c**k strained against my jeans, hard as stone, twitching with every sway of her hips. But I wouldn’t give in. Not tonight. Not when she thought she could test me.
She thought I was ignoring her?
No,
