Tiana
His eyes darkened instantly, raking slowly down every inch of exposed skin I’d just revealed. From my bare shoulder, down the curve of my breast, lingering way too long, before dragging back up to lock onto mine. The hunger was there raw, obvious, barely leashed.
He moved closer, one slow, heavy step at a time, closing the remaining distance until he was standing right in front of me. He stretched out his hand, fingers reaching toward my bare skin, slow and sure.
My heart hammered wild and fast. I leaned in, instinctively, eagerly, rising onto my toes to press closer, to lean into his touch, waiting for his hand to slide lower, to grab me, to finally cross that line we’d been dancing around for weeks.
But instead of touching me… his fingers curled gently around the strap of my dr
