He pulled away, loving the way her eyes had changed. She was always so... in control. Now, her eyes were half lidded, drowsy from passion, and her lips were plump from kissing. Her hair was messy, and desire was written all over her face. She had no control now, and he liked her that way. If someone could bottle that look and sell it on the open market, they would make billions, because nothing could rev a guy up faster than a woman who looked at a guy the way Alicia looked at him now. She made his balls tighten, and he wanted to throw her down on the sofa and bury his cock deep inside her until she screamed his name.