ELRETH
Elreth's stomach dropped at the husky drawl in her mate's voice—while that tingle low her belly rose, fizzing out through her veins and giving her a jolt that left her trembling.
"I think… that would be, um, great," she breathed.
Aaryn's smile was wicked and promising and her heart began to race.
She stood in the Great Room, her left arm extended and held gently in his hands. That side of her body bare, her leathers open and her shirt falling from her opposite shoulder. She looked like… like…
She didn't give a flying fuck what she looked like. It was the look burning in Aaryn's eyes that was thrilling.
He'd dragged his fingers up the underside of her arm and that entire side of her body prickled with desire, as if everything under her skin rushed out to try to meet him. Now his eyes dragged down from hers, back to that arm and he shifted to stand behind her, his hand still gentle on her arm, lowering it to her side.
