Sheila’s POV
“Do you think,” he murmured, his breath fanning my lips, “I dare not act on it?”
The words hung between us, a threat, a promise, a plea.
And I couldn’t tell which burned more.
But one thing was clear, I wasn’t going to let him corner me.
Not here.
Not when his nearness made the air feel like liquid fire.
I tilted my head, letting a cool smile play at the corner of my mouth. “You?” I whispered, tracing a lazy circle on his chest with my fingertip. “You wouldn’t dare.”
His jaw flexed. I could almost hear the muscle in it grinding. The green in his eyes deepened to forest-dark, the kind that hid danger behind calm.
So I leaned in slowly, and deliberately. “You forget, Dave,” I said softly, “I’ve always had you wrapped around my little finger.”
He didn’t reply. His brea
