Leon drew a slow breath, and when he answered, his voice had dropped another shade lower. “Fishing tackle might be a very good idea.”
She bit back a smile. “Thought so.”
He took two steps away, stopped, and looked back at her. The look caught Thallia low in her stomach and spread heat through her before she could pretend it hadn't.
He wanted her.
There was nothing playful or uncertain in his eyes now. She knew exactly what he was thinking about, because Heaven help her, she was thinking about it too.
About his hands at her waist last night. His mouth on hers. The warmth of his body beside her in bed. How easy it had been to close that space between them and how much harder it had been not to close the rest.
Her fingers tightened around the hanger she was holding.
She wanted him. Tha
