Hailee's POV
His eyes darkened.
The moment the clasp came undone, I slid the straps down my arms and let the bra fall into my lap. I wasn't breathing. I couldn't breathe.
Dane's gaze dipped, then flicked back up to my face.
He didn't speak.
He didn't have to.
The look in his eyes said it all.
And gods, it made me feel like I was the only girl in the entire damn world.
My chest rose and fell rapidly. Dane didn't speak. He just stared, like he couldn't believe what I'd just done but also like he'd known I would.
Then… he moved.
Slowly.
Like a predator crossing the distance between us, he shifted onto his knees and crawled closer, his eyes never leaving mine. His hand reached out, brushing my arm, then sliding over my side. His touch was warm—feverish even—and when his palm finally cupped my breast, I sucked in a sharp breath.
"Dane…" I whispered, not sure if it was a warning or a plea.
His thumb grazed my nipple.
