Zion, though, looked anything but done. His smirk was slow, dangerous, and full of hunger as he licked his lips, tasting the last of her on his tongue.
"Don't think I'm finished with you, Addie," he murmured, voice dripping with promise. "We're just getting started."
Addison shuddered, a wave of goosebumps crawling over her skin as Zion's words sank in. She couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze, those dark, hungry eyes that promised she was far from safe. Her breath hitched, her body trembling in anticipation and dread all at once.
She knew him too well. When Zion said something, he meant it, and he always followed through. The realization sent a pulse of heat straight between her legs, even as she tried to fight it.
Addison swallowed hard, shaking her head weakly. She'd thought she could keep up, maybe even tease him back, but now, she realized she'd stepped right into a trap. A dangerous, delicious landmine she'd triggered herself.
