I dropped my purse and slowly walked to him. My heels clicked against the marble kitchen floor, each clack strengthening my resolve.
I stopped an inch away from him and looked up at him. The shadows play across his face, making the intensity of his expression scary and alluring at the same time.
Slowly, I reached down to the hemline of my dress, and crossing my arms, I pulled it up and over my head.
His eyes never left mine. Through every one of my movements, they were fixated wholly on my gaze.
I reached forward and undid the buttons of his shirt one by one. I teased the material until it was completely free from his pants and stepped back, bringing him with me.
“You,” I answered, opening the balcony doors with one hand. “I want you, Ivan. Every second of every day. If you knew how much, if you could see into the insanity inside my mind, you might have a
