She was flushed from the alcohol, her eyes hazy, her smile a little too loose and free. And he refused to take advantage of that, no matter how badly his body was reacting to her right now.
“I think it’s time for you to sleep,” Lennox muttered, preparing to shift away from her, but her hands slid up his chest, stopping him cold.
Zara tilted her head, her lips quirking at the corner. “I don’t wanna sleep yet.”
His throat bobbed. He was in trouble.
She was looking at him like she wanted something, and the worst part? He wanted to give it to her.
He shouldn’t. But God, he wanted to. “Zara…” he warned, voice dropping lower.
“What?” she murmured, her fingers sliding up until they brushed over the exposed skin at the base of his throat. “I’m just talking. Nothing wrong with that, right?”
