Meadow’s POV:
I regretted those words the moment they were out of my mouth but I couldn’t take them back. And frankly, I didn’t want to.
At least I was getting an expression other than cold indifference from Alaric.
His nostrils flared, eyes narrowing to slits. “I know what you’re trying to do, Meadow. Stop it, or I’ll make you regret it.”
My heart stuttered at the look in his eyes—raw and almost primal. Heated.
He was getting turned on.
I swallowed as my eyes dropped to his sweatpants, where he was already sporting a hard bulge. I took a step closer to him, hooking my fore fingers into the waistband as I stood on the tips of my toes. My fingers grazed the skin of his abdomen, but barely. He tensed.
“Is that a threat?” I asked, staring straight at his mouth.
His breath came out in
