Celina turned around with a start, her eyes meeting his, which were so close, so intense, so dangerously restrained.

"You think you can provoke me like that and just ignore me?" Thor whispered, his voice deep and low, but filled with something she couldn't immediately identify. Anger? Desire? A maddening mixture of both?

Celina tried to pull her arm away, her heart racing, but she was paralyzed. By his touch. By his gaze. By the tension that was building like a storm about to break.

And it