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“Stop looking at me like that,” he demanded with a low growl.
 
“Like what?” I intended my question to sound confident and strong, but I just sounded like a breathless girl. I wanted to roll my eyes at myself. Get it the fuck together. Don’t let him see what he does to you.
 
“Like you want to lick every inch of my body.”
 
That would be difficult because I did want to lick and touch him even though he treated me like shit.
What the hell was wrong with me?
 
Guilt and shame blanketed my insides. I felt like I was going to puke. No one was worth my pride, and yet, I would have given it up in a heartbeat only a few moments ago.
maybe do this as a teaser but add the first part of “Stop looking at me like…”
 
 
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