Zylan smiled devilishly, as if he had finally won. Naomi, however, was desperate for him to lift his head from where it rested comfortably on her lap. The heat radiating from his body, combined with the vulnerability of their position, was making her heart race.
Just as she thought he was finally going to move, he did the opposite—pressing his face even closer. He buried it against her lower abdomen, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. Her body stiffened. He was so close to… oh, and she wasn't even wearing pants.
Panic seized her, her pulse quickening as she realized just how dangerously intimate the moment had become. As Zylan leaned in even further, Naomi felt him sniff her. A shiver ran up her spine, and the words she had been about to say caught in her throat, frozen by the sheer audacity of what he was doing. What was he thinking?
