I whirled around. After a month of his absence, Ravendrel was still unfortunately as handsome as ever, even with that storm-dark face glowering at me.
I stood there, drinking in his features. Unbidden, an image of him hovering above me, his length moving inside me, flashed across my mind.
Warmth rose inside me, spreading through my body. My lips parted, my throat was suddenly dry.
“What? Did the gods finally decide to do the world a favor and reclaim that poisonous tongue they gave you?” His voice was cool.
“Why are you always wherever I am? At this rate, I might start to think you are stalking me,” I blurted, the first reckless thought that managed to cross my mind.
Silence.
Then very slowly, “I. Am. Stalking. You?” The way he enunciated each word made it clear just how absurd he t
