Alice turned her head slowly, like she was in one of those horror flicks where the heroine realizes the demon's right behind her.
Dread? No. What hit her was lust-fueled panic.
And then she froze.
Rae wasn't Rae anymore.
He was sprawled on a chair like a goddamn sex villain, arms slung over the sides, legs spread open like he owned the damn tent, eyes glowing with devilish hunger.
But it wasn't his eyes that caught her attention first.
It was the thing.
It wasn't even hard yet, just semi.
But it had already escaped the prison of his white underwear like a rogue convict.
Curved to the side, thick, vein-lined, and twitching like it had a heartbeat of its own.
Pulsing. Slowly. Like it was warming up for war.
Her eyes widened.
She gulped, hard. Her throat betrayed her.
She immediately looked away, but only to crash headfirst into his gaze.
Those eyes... tracing every inch of her body like he was peeling her mentally.
