“You were staring at me earlier, before the moon rose.” Desire glittered in his blue eyes and brought a slight flush to his skin.
He took a step closer and his scent surrounded her—smoke and wolf. Slowly, he reached out his hand. She could have easily evaded his touch, but she stayed still, nearly trembling in anticipation. When his fingertips touched the curve of her shoulder, a shudder passed through her body and she exhaled sharply. He stroked his fingers lightly down her arm to her elbow, watching her reaction.
The line of his mouth softened, but his hand fell away. “What I need to know is if that stare was simple curiosity or if it was an invitation.”
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