“It’ll be a surprise.” He once again gestured for me to join him. The solid muscle of his chest rippled beneath the black button-up shirt he wore. What would that strong chest feel like pressing down on me? I realized my nipples had hardened at the very thought. Cursing the fact I’d worn a bra with no padding in the cup whatsoever, I reluctantly rose and followed him to the front door.
“Chilly, is it?” He smirked. “I simply must ask Bartholomew to do something about the temperature.”
To my dismay, his intense gaze only made my nipples harder. It didn’t help that when I looked up at him, I noticed the strong line of his jaw and felt the sudden urge to trace it with my tongue. Some sort of incubus magic? It had to be. Why else would I be even a little bit interested in him?
“My eyes are up here.”
“Don’t be ashamed of what you want.” His eyes flashed with those unmistakable embers.
I crossed my arms over my chest and met his gaze with a hard one of my own. “Don’t think for a second you have any clue what I want.”
He pressed his palm against my lower back as I walked past him toward the front door, and his whisper caressed my ear, making my breath hitch. “I believe I have a pretty good idea.”