Addison stared at me. Three full seconds. The lollipop clicked against her teeth. Her fingers stayed frozen at the lace top of the stocking where I'd told her to stop.
"Fine."
She dropped onto the couch beside me. Before I could process what was happening, she swung both legs across my lap. The stockings were warm against my thighs through the denim. Her weight settled there, casual, completely at odds with what her body was doing to my pulse.
She leaned back against the armrest, one elbow propping her up, and looked at me with those violet contacts that couldn't hide the genuine heat building behind them.
"What do you want to take off then, Jace?"
My name in her mouth sounded like a loaded gun with the safety off.
