We stopped beside a small fountain. The moonlight cast everything in silver, including Cassian's face as he turned to look at me.
"You keep looking at me like that, Aria," he said, "and I swear, your dress will be on the floor with you."
Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I held his gaze. "Like what?" I asked innocently, though I knew exactly what I was doing.
He stepped closer, bringing his body mere inches from mine. "Like you're imagining me taking you right here, up against that tree. Like you're daring me to show you what it feels like to come so hard you forget your own name."
My breath hitched. "Is that so? And what exactly am I doing to make you say that?"
He moved closer still. "You're driving me crazy with those eyes of yours," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "Every
