“Please stop looking at me that way.”
“What way?” He took a step next to me. Trailing his hand over my hip and letting the back of his knuckles drag along my lower back.
“Like I’m something you intend to run down.”
Like a prey animal.
“I’ve already run you down, My Mate.”
My head whipped to watch him moving around behind me. “I’m not your mate.”
He was thoughtfully assessing my backside. His gaze lingering on my ass and the curve of my thighs and calves. “But you will be…”
“What if I refuse?”
He laughed. “How will you manage that, Lyra?”
He suddenly stepped against my back. And I felt the heat of his chest against my shoulder blades. The strong beating of his heart pulsing rhythmically against my back.
A heart as fierce as he is.
I expected some horribly intimate touch.
