““Didn’t need to see your aura.” He tapped my forehead. “You get a cute little frown there when you’ve got something bothering you.” “Not everything about me is cute.” “That’s true. Some things are cute. The rest are sexy.” His voice was low as he leaned toward me. “So amazingly, agonizingly sexy that it’s a wonder I can get anything done when all I ever think about is the taste of your lips and the touch of your fingertips on my skin and the way your legs feel when I—” “Adrian,” I interrupted. His eyes smoldered. “Yes?” “Shut up.””
