Maisie
I swallowed, heart pounding an unsteady beat as Soren pulled my chair so close, I was almost on his thigh. In fact, the only reason I wasn't there yet was the hand I shoved between us to keep myself from tipping forward.
Everyone was staring now. And those who weren't were trying very hard not to.
I looked up into his violet eyes, panting. My heart had picked up an unhealthy beat. "S-soren," I whispered breathlessly.
"Yes, love?"
"What are you doing?"
His hand shifted from the armrest to my bare thigh, scorching hot as it settled there. His thumb pressed the inside of my knee once and I felt the light stroke somewhere higher.
"Getting comfortable," he murmured.
My mouth went dry. I licked my lips and made the mistake of breathing him in.
His scent hit the back of my throat. Clean, dark, male and ready. It sent a hot, liquid rush to my groin, and an aching throb slowly began where my panties clung.
