His chest rises and falls rapidly from the exertion.
Mud streaks his jaw and cheekbones and somehow, he still manages to look annoyingly attractive.
“I almost had you.”
Tyler’s mouth curves into a grin.
“Almost is doing a lot of heavy lifting in that sentence, Reaper.”
I shove against his shoulders.
He doesn’t move, not even a little.
My pulse betrays me because he’s so close to me, I can feel the heat of him.
The rain has plastered his shirt to him.
His forearms flex beneath my hands as he keeps me pinned.
His eyes catch mine and for a moment neither of us speaks.
The playful grin fades from his mouth, not completely.
The air shifts and right away this isn’t about wrestling anymore.
“You’re staring,” he says, his voice low enough that I feel it more than hear it.
A traitorous flush colors my skin.
“I was assessing a threat.”
His eyebrow lifts.
“A threat?”
“An annoying one.”
A smile tugs at his mouth.
“There she is.”
“Don’t start.”
He laughs softly and it does ridiculous things to my heartbeat.
I twist beneath him, attempting another escape.
Tyler catches my wrists before I can get anywhere.
Rain runs down his forehead, over his nose and along the line of his jaw.
His gaze never leaves mine.
“You know,” he says, “for someone who’s supposed to be terrifying, you spend a lot of time pinned underneath me.”
I roll my eyes.
“You’ve become unbearable.”
