He didn't reply but rose languidly from where he was crouched, stealthily approaching like a lion going after its prey.
Shantel stilled herself, waiting to see what he was up to, though the erratic beats in her chest screamed louder than she cared to listen that she knew.
She watched as he reached over and took a long, red wave of her hair in his fingers then stared at it for a moment too long as he wrapped the shining strands around his finger. He shifted that stare to her eyes and Shantel was unable to describe the feeling emanating from those dark depths.
"What are you doing?" she asked in a low, hoarse voice that she found difficult to recognize as hers.
He didn't answer at first. Instead, he deliberately let the silky strand of her hair slide through his fingers slowly as the faintest smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
His maddening patience made it seem like he knew she wouldn't move away and that her resistance to him was gradually crumbling.
