Instead, I trail one finger over the bare skin just above the waistband of his shorts and lower my voice.
“Something wrong,Chief?”
His whole body stills.
There it is.
I smile.
Bad decision.
Zain catches my waist and lifts me onto the counter before I can decide how much further to push him.
A startled laugh escapes me.
He steps between my knees.
“Still amused?”
“Very.”
His hands slide over my thighs.
My laughter disappears.
The hem of the shirt rises beneath his fingers, exposing more skin with every inch.
His gaze drops.
Then his expression changes.
“Fuck.”
I bite my lip.
“You knew.”
“I suspected.”
“And now?”
“Now I know for sure.”
He pushes my knees wider and settles one hand high on my thigh.
My breath catches.
His eyes lift to mine.
“Tell me what you want.”
My pulse accelerates.
“You.”
“Be specific.”
Of course.
