Page 153 of Positively Pricked
I sucked in a short breath and tried not to notice for the millionth time that his eyes were an amazing shade of green, and that his mouth looked annoyingly delicious, especially now, that he was so achingly close.
I heard myself murmur, "I don't know."
Zane's gaze met mine, and he was silent for a long moment. Finally, in a voice that was almost raw, he said, "I don't like how you make me feel."
Suddenly, I was finding it hard to breathe. "And howdoI make you feel?"
He leaned another fraction closer. "Out of control."
The way he talked, he didn't like it. And yet, he wasn't moving away.
Funny, neither was I.
As I stood, silently staring up at him, my emotions swirled like a hidden tornado. I didn't even know what I was feeling – anger, betrayal, and an embarrassing amount of lust.
It made no sense. But there was something raw and compelling that was drawing me in. As much as I hated to admit it, it hadalwaysdrawn me in, right from the start.
Shit.He wasn't the only one out of control.
Almost without thinking, I leaned closer to him and tilted my head just a fraction. His lips looked so kissable, so soft and full, and so very close.
But not close enough.
