“He gave her a sleepy, innocent smile. “What’d I do?”
“He gave her a slight, tight-lipped smile. The smile he typically gave people before he ate them alive.”
“I love...that elevator,” she said. With a sleepy smile and a full heart, he turned his head and kissed into her soft hair. “Aw, Red. I love that elevator, too.”
“That sleepy, sensual smile of hers ought to be outlawed. It saideverything, without saying anything.”
“Did you get anything back from him? What’d he say? Kill her?” asked one of the attackers.I love you. Dear Jesus. I love her. No. No.”
“The low, rough sound he emitted at that was infuriating, fascinating. Wait. Was he still growling? Or was he purring? His eyes drifted half closed. He gave her a heavy-lidded, sleepy, sensual, entirely disingenuous look.”