"You want to be a tease?" he growled, inches from her ear. His breath was ragged. "Take your clothes off… slowly. Or I will ruin your body for any and every other man."
Her body was already marked by him. Owned in ways she couldn't admit, even to herself. The memory of his mouth, his hands, the way he touched her—she felt it still, pulsing between her thighs.
Eva wanted to say it. To whisper that he'd already ruined her.
She reached up, her fingers brushing the first button of her shirt.
Pop.
The soft click echoed in the silence between them.
Alex's breath hitched. His hands were clenched at his sides, his self-control hanging by a thread he hadn't realized was so thin.
"Slower."
She obliged. Her fingers trailed with sensual purpose to the next button. Her breaths came shallow now from the magnetic way his eyes devoured her every move.
