Julian looked at the cat with a mix of love and annoyance.
"This is Snowball."
The cat didn't move. She just sat there, glaring at Lyvana's feet as if she were an intruder.
"She doesn't seem to like me very much," Lyvana said.
"She's just spoiled," Julian replied, walking towards Lyvana, ignoring the cat completely. "She acts like a brat, but she'll have to get used to you. I don't plan on letting you go."
His gaze lowered, tracing the lines of her body through the nightgown. He stopped just inches away from her.
Lyvana could feel the heat coming off him, and the sight of his perfect body...
"You're... staring," she said softly.
He tilted her chin up so she had to look into his eyes. He grabbed her waist and pulled her body against his hard, damp chest.
Lyvana gasped, her hands instinctively flying up to his chest. "Julian—"
Julian didn't give her the chance to finish. His mouth crashed down onto hers with an intensity that silenced her protest.
