Chapter 12 : Private Audience

I swallow, my mouth dry, and moisten my lips with my tongue. His burning gaze is fixed on mine.

“You’re charming too, and sexy,” I admit. “Especially those eyes and that voice.”

And you’re my mate, just like your brothers.

“Still waters run deep,” I add. “I find you enticing, too.” I watch his eyes shimmer with color and heat before they turn wolf gold like Jordan’s.

With a low, sensual growl, Kent sheds his tight control and his mouth lands on mine with the same precision with which he does everything else. Maybe a little less neat and masterful, because he kisses me in a way that says he means business.

I stay perfectly still in his arms except for kissing him back. His lips are even warmer than Jordan’s, and no less eager. His hand presses against my back and bends me over his arm, just like when we danced. This kiss started with that dance.

He breaks the kiss and mutters, “Come with me.”

Is that a double entendre?

His hand sears me beneath the fabric of my shirt as he dir