Lena flicked her brows.
They were nearly nose to nose, his blue-eyed focus still intense but now blatantly sensual and filled with amusement. It magnified her attraction to him. Bones, muscles, brain—everything melted. His expression was different from anything she’d seen in anyone on the team—for all the invitations. This guy was so focused, so, so intent on her. She could hardly breathe.
“If you’d really been kissing them,” he said, “I’d see it on your face. But your lipstick is immaculate.”
“Maybe I reapplied.”
“Your lips aren’t swollen, your skin isn’t flushed, your eyes don’t have that gleam.”
The urge to be exceptionally wicked had to be held in place somehow. Except she didn’t know how. All she knew was that she was answering him back again. “I’ve got a quick recovery. It’s necessary you know, when you take on so many at once. A girl like me has stamina.”
“Oh you do?” He sounded pleased. “Then one more isn’t going to make much difference, is it?”
She froze. “One more what?”
Her words may or may not have sounded. Who cared? Because at that moment he moved that shiver closer.