Frey's eyes moved along the length of her body and it was then she countered the shift in air. He was standing there-his body slammed above her. The same half-naked body. A thought blasted her mind: if she pushed him, she would get to feel him under her fingers. Mircea licked her lips as she stared at the hard planes that were right in front of her eyes.
She didn't really feel Frey moving closer to her. He blew hot air in her ear making her shudder, "What are you thinking?" His voice sounded so damn different… It sounded hot.
Saints, she had gone down the path again. The only difference was Frey was hovering over her, breathing near her nose right now. She inhaled sharply trying to focus on his eyes and not his chest.
"Nothing." She responded in a clipped tone.
"Well, that's too bad because I thought you were thinking of the same thing as me." His response made the hair on her back stand.
