If I felt hot off his stare, that was nothing compared to how I felt now. My traitorous cheeks heated almost instantly and my heart drummed with the pace of a puma.
"Is that what you're talking about?" Again, he faked innocence. Standing from the bed, he let the sheet slip away from him giving me full view of his body. He was wearing boxers, but even they were hanging dangerously low, showing off that incredible 'V'.
Throughout all of this, I came up with one conclusion. He wanted to kill me.
His head fell back with laughter. "Sweetheart, I don't want to kill you." He smirked. "I just want you to see what's yours."
Yeah, he definitely wanted to kill me.
Now stood inches from me, his hands found their way from my hips to the small of my back as he pulled me into his body. "Do you like what you see?" For some reason, I knew he wasn't joking anymore. His voice was too serious for that.