Caine's eyes linger on my face as his lips curve up. Just a little. Just enough for my breath to stutter and warmth to wiggle its way down between my thighs.
The man's too handsome. I used to think he looked like some sort of cologne ad-slash-underwear model, but now I think he belongs on all the porn videos. All of them.
But no one else can watch. Only me.
… I'm pretty sure my intelligence has hit rock bottom, lazily snuggling up to the gutter and refusing to come out. I'll blame it on my age and not on the probable pheromones this man's wafting my way.
Why does he smell so good? There's got to be some sort of science to mateship.
"That wasn't what I called you in for, but if you insist—"
His hand slides over to the gear shift doohickey on the side of the steering wheel and my pulse goes ballistic.
"No, I didn't mean—um, that wasn't supposed to come out. I meant, how was your day?"
