I stood there a moment, like I was taking in applause before an audience, then started to walk across the room.
"No," he said, voice thick and husky. His fingers dug into the chair's arms. "You'd better not get too close."
I stopped, laughing softly. "You don't strike me as the assaulting type, Loftbrok."
"Yeah, well, there's a first time for everything."
"So you liked?"
"Very much." His eyes were drinking me in, ravenous and needful.
"That was the best thing I've ever seen."
Pleased, I stretched out my muscles, holding my arms over my head a moment before exhaling and letting my hands fall.
As they did, I ran them down over my breasts and thighs in a careless gesture I didn't really even think about. Yet, as I did it, I saw his posture stiffen slightly and that fire in his eyes flare up.
A slow, dangerous smile spread over my face.
"What?" he asked.
"I don't think the show's over yet."
