Chapter Six
Harlow
“A few ground rules,” I said, as I stared into Max’s eyes and scrambled for purchase inside my mind and body.
Making eye contact was downright dangerous. Hell, he was downright dangerous.
Max met my eyes and arched a brow. That was all it took to send another wash of heat through me, and flutters spinning in my belly. Being close to him made me feel half-crazy. It felt as if the air around us was alive, shimmering with desire. It was hard to imagine Max wanted me as much as I wanted him, but the look in his eyes told a different story. His gaze was dark and so intent, it took my breath away.
I was simply standing there, staring at him, when he arched his brow a little higher, his mouth curling at the corner in a grin, promptly sending my belly into a flip.
What was
