"What do you want? Just tell me. I'll do it," she said quickly, her eyes bright with unguarded eagerness.
Zane didn't miss the desperation in her voice; it wounded him slightly that she was so eager to buy his absence.
"Let's go by my terms for a month."
Selina's brows furrowed. "What terms?"
He squared his shoulders, a mischievous tilt to his lips. "I only want something simple from you, Selina."
"Just say it. You're making me nervous already."
"I want a thank-you kiss. Kiss me every morning, every afternoon, every night—whenever I want," he demanded, his voice low and husky.
"You… freak!" she spat, her voice erupting in a sharp, startled explosion. "That is far too much. I owe you nothing, and I am doing absolutely none of that."
Zane rubbed a hand across his chin, a small, secret smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He nodded once, a silent acknowledgement that she hadn't yet begun to crave him the way he burned for her.
"Then come with me quietly," he whispered.
