Page 36 of Torrid Passion
And then there’s the tight beard. It’s new and it makes him even more handsome than before.
I’d climb the man like a tree and beg him to bang me like a screen door in the middle of a ragingSanta Ana wind storm.
He takes a seat next to me on the couch.
“Is it okay if I sit here?”
Given the palpitation of my heart, I’m surprised I can hear him.
“Yes,” I say in a small voice.
“Were you checking me out just now?”
“Possibly.”
“Interesting.” That word again. “You like what you see, gorgeous?”
You have no idea.
I cast my eyes down to my folded hands.
“Look at me, Kyla. Don’t shy away now.”
“Okay.”
“Do you like what you see?” he insists.
“Loki, you’re one of the most eligible—”and smoking hot,“—bachelors in Los Angeles.” Yes, I’m skirting around the question.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he points out. “Let’s play this game your way.”
I frown, perplexed by his comment.
“So you still remember Paris?” he asks.
“Yes.”Like it was yesterday.
“We had a lot of fun.”
“Yes.”It was a blast.
“Ten days of us getting to know each other a lot better, Kyla.”
“Yes.”Ten unforgettable days.
“Something almost happened between us on my last day there?”
Heat rushes through me.
“Maybe.”
I’m down to monosyllable answers because I can barely breathe.
Loki narrows his gaze. “Maybe?”
“I think so.”
“Youknowso, gorgeous.” My heart flutters in my chest. “Do you know why nothing happened?
