Trouble in Paradise
My breathing became labored, the confined space amplifying the intimate, almost suffocating atmosphere.
"No. I don't know why you'd think that," I answered, turning my face away.
I didn't want to see him at that moment, but no matter where I looked, I couldn't escape the visual impact of his dangerously seductive face.
Especially when he had that look on his face, one that practically screamed "seduction", making him irresistibly alluring.
Even the simple motion of him swallowing, with his Adam's apple moving like it had just lifted weights, radiated raw masculine energy. Despite all that, he was trying to reason with me.