Allyson's POV
Michael's gaze turned molten, fury flickering in those depths before being replaced by something far more dangerous. His eyes traveled down my body with shameless hunger, drinking in every curve like a man starved.
The raw desire burning in his expression made my pulse race.
"Strip."
My lungs seized. I blinked hard, stumbling backward. "Excuse me?"
"You know exactly what I said, Allyson."
"Are you out of your mind?" I stared at him in shock. Michael had completely lost it.
"We should be discussing what happened at the club, my reaction - and you want to jump straight into bed?"
"Come here," he ordered, his arm snaking around my waist, completely dismissing my words.
"Absolutely not," I snapped, wrenching myself from his grip and putting distance between us.
"Allyson," he rumbled, barely containing whatever beast clawed at him from within. "Don't test my patience."
