He was looking into her green gaze with his familiar intensity, sullen seriousness written across his features. She looked at him intently and unashamedly brazen, challenging him.
He laid his hand lightly across her wrist where it rested on the back of the chair. She quivered inwardly and arched a brow, still as a statue.
She could smell his cigarettes and the faint scent of whiskey mingled with aftershave and body heat as he leaned in, so close to her mouth. His cheek brushed hers...and went past it.
She felt his hot breath cloud her skin, lips an inch away from it and making her shiver as his head moved down her neck towards her exposed shoulder. His fingertip caught under the black bra strap and hoisted it with the very lightest of touches off the top of her arm.
A flush of heat ran up her throat and over her face as his lips connected with her sensitive skin and sent a slow wave of pleasure skittering across her flesh - a simple, slow, warm kiss placed on her bare shoulder. A soft gasp left her lips, and her eyes slid closed.
He moved back and looked at her face with an infuriating grin. Her eyes snapped open in annoyance and he let out a gruff chuckle as he stepped back and away from her.
"I win."