Heidi's breathing is still uneven. Her chest is rising and falling as if it hasn't yet decided whether it belongs to her or him. He wants to talk and she's not sure she's ready to hear whatever it is, so she stalls.
Maybe because a part of her knows that this night is going to end in rejection. Not that she would want it any other way though… Right?
Darien lies beside her on his side, one arm propped under his head, watching her like he's got all the time in the world to unravel her. The weight of his gaze makes her pulse pick up again. It's not the desperate race from before, but a slower, more conscious rhythm that feels like it's crawling down her spine.
He drags the pad of his thumb over the curve of her collarbone in the laziest and most possessive way Heidi has ever felt. "Still can't look at me for more than three seconds without blushing. What's going on in that head of yours, omega?"
Ouch. How crude. How… bloody blunt!
