His gaze deepened, heavy with restrained desire, and the space between us felt charged…like the air before a lightning strike. Heat spread through me in slow waves, leaving my skin hypersensitive, my pulse unsteady. Every nerve felt awake, reaching for him, aching for contact.
My fingers twitched at my sides, craving the feel of him…his warmth, his hunger.. but he didn't close the distance.
He simply stood there.
Watching.
Patient. Intent. His eyes moved over me unhurriedly, as if he had all the time in the world, as if my anticipation was something he wanted to stretch, to savor.
And somehow, that restraint burned far hotter than if he had touched me at all.
"You're soaked, Bunny," he growled, voice dark and dangerous, and it sent shivers crawling straight through me.
