Allison's POV
His eyes darkened to gunmetal gray, pupils blown wide with desire. Without warning, he ripped my shirt down the middle, buttons flying as he exposed my black lace bra.
"f**k," he breathed, staring at me like I was some precious artifact. "How did I ever walk away from this?"
I should have been embarrassed by his scrutiny, but the raw hunger in his gaze made me feel powerful. I reached behind me, unclasping my bra and letting it fall away.
"Jesus, Allison." His voice was strangled as he cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my n*****s until they hardened under his touch. "You're even more beautiful than I remember."
I arched into his hands, shameless in my need. "Touch me," I demanded. "Make me forget why I hate you."
A wolfish smile spread across his fac
