I STOLE MY SISTER'S FIANCE: A CEO!
The heat of his eyes on me made my toes curl, and I bit my lower lip subconsciously again due to the nerves wracking through me.
“You’re biting your lip…” he released a shuddering breath, his thumb now on my released, wet lower lip. Tilting my head higher so I could stare into his now obsidian eyes, I was hit with a wave of the possession rolling off him in waves. His eyes rested solely on my probably reddened lower lip, his thumb swiping back and forth smoothly across it.
“What did I say about biting your lower lip, Summer?” his voice was low, dark, and barely restrained.