“Of course!”~ Bree M. Lewandowski
The warm hum from his voice stopped. Martina looked up. Those eyes made of granite drank in the deep blue of her own, as if parched. His hands moved off the doorframe and fell on her shoulders. At his touch, a tremble overtook her body. The steel eyes smoldered. Slowly, carefully, giving her all the time in the world to stop him, Maraav slid the coat off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.