“Her eyes flutter up to meet mine.“Are you hungry?”she asks.Am I ever.”
“When I lift my head, my eyes meet hers and in them, whether she would ever admit it or not, is desire. Lots of hot, sweaty, pin-me-up-against-the-wall desire.”
“Then her eyes are fluttering open and she's looking into me. Not at me, but into me.”
“I hand over some files to and her eyes meet mine, all cool and sweet like a snow-cone in July.”
“Her green eyes meet mine in the Guinness mirror behind the bar and it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room. I’ve never slept with this girl, but she was the first I remember wanting.Harper Gray.”
“Ever since I saw you”—she pulled me closer and draped both of my legs over her shoulders. Her eyes blazed with hunger—“I have just wanted to eat you up.”