His smirk deepened like I'd just fed him exactly what he wanted.
"See, that's where you're wrong," Ian said, his voice dropped low, enough to make my stomach flip. He leaned in, close enough that I could feel the heat of his breath tickle my neck. "You don't know me half as well as you think. Because when I want something…"
His eyes dragged down to my chest…slow, shameless, before climbing back up to make eye contact. "…I don't back out. And right now?" He tilted his head, his lips were almost brushing my skin. "I want you."
My chest fluttered so hard I gasped.
Who says that? Who looks someone dead in the eye and says I want you?
Like it's a confession and a threat rolled into one.
Nobody's ever said it to me. Not like that. Not with that much heat in their voice.
God. No. I couldn't let it get to me.
