Because she was here.
And she had no f*****g clue what she just walked into.
My head turned.
And there she was.
Lyra.
Small. Breathless. Eyes wide and glassy. Lips parted like she was already moaning. Hair wild like she’d been touched by sin before I even laid a finger on her.
Her chest rose and fell in these shallow, shaky little breaths that told me everything I needed to know. She’d been thinking about me. Touching herself in her head. Wishing I was inside her already.
And I hadn’t even spoken.
I didn’t move right away. I just stood there, watching her from across the room with a look that made grown men piss themselves and made brats like her soak through their panties.
I could see her thighs trembling from here.
She tried to step forward.
My voice stopped her cold.
“What t
