"You have quite an eye for art," she said, her voice trembling slightly.
"I have an eye for beauty," he replied, his gaze holding hers captive.
There was an electric charge in the air, an undeniable chemistry between them that sparked and crackled with an intensity that was almost palpable. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest, her body humming with a strange energy that both frightened and exhilarated her.
"You know, there's an old saying," he said, his voice thick with desire, "that beauty is found in the eyes of the beholder."
"And what do your eyes behold?" she breathed, her lips mere inches from his own.
"Something breathtakingly exquisite," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers.
A rush of pleasure surged through her veins, her entire body responding to his touch. As his lips claimed hers, she felt a jolt of raw, carnal need shoot through her, a desire so powerful that it threatened to consume her. Her hands gripped his shoulders, clinging to him as if he were the only solid ground in a sea of turbulent emotions.
"My place is just around the corner," he whispered against her ear, his breath hot and intoxicating.