Her breath hitched at his words, rendering her speechless as she stared into his eyes, trying to decipher whether he was truly serious. Then, she suddenly felt movement between her legs. Her gaze dropped and she frowned when she saw his hand nestled between her thighs. Before she could react, his fingers trailed upward, and then he tilted her chin with his other hand, gently raising her gaze back to his.
"I want your eyes on me," he instructed, his voice husky.
His hand returned to her left thigh, applying the lightest pressure as he began to close in on her. In response, she instinctively shut her legs, which drew a faint sound of displeasure from him.
"No," he murmured, his tone firmer now. "Spread them open for me, Pat."
The way he said her name…Pat, sent a ripple down her spine, goosebumps crawling across her skin. It had never sounded so intimate. She found herself wanting to hear it again.
