He took a step toward her and then another. “What do you feel when you look at me?”
Her heartbeat leapt in response to his whispered question. Torral had asked her what she felt when he touched her. Ryan didn’t seem to need touch. He had her aching with just the power of his gaze.
“I think you’re extremely handsome. Is that what you want to hear?”
“I look very much like Leos. Did your heart pound when you looked at him?”
“My heart pounded when I looked at Torral. It’s not just you.” His smile caught her off guard. She’d hoped to dissuade him with the comment.
“Torral is part of me. It’s natural that you find us both attractive.” He drew her hand to the middle of his chest and pulled her toward him. “Touch me. Tell me how this makes you feel.”
She splayed her fingers against the firm contour of his pectoral muscle. His shoulders were broad, but his chest tapered dramatically to lean hips. Heat radiated through his casual shirt and her fingers tingled.
As if in a trance, she raised her other hand to his chest as well. Anticipation wrapped around her and curled through her. Reality melded with fantasy, accelerating her arousal. She stroked him from neck to waist over and over, while erotic images swirled through her mind. Caressed, surrounded, overwhelmed, she longed to revel in decadent pleasure.
She squeezed his shoulders and explored his upper arms, hungry for the warmth of his skin. Her hands found the hem of his shirt and slipped beneath. She groaned and tugged the offending material upward, caressing him with her lips.
His fingers pushed into her hair. “Is your reaction to me unusual?”
She’d forgotten this was a test, a sort of experiment. “I’ve never felt like this, not even with Torral.”
“I’m the dominant twin. My effect on you is bound to be stronger.”
Easing back without depriving herself of his flesh, she looked into his eyes. “What’s happening to me? Do you feel this too?”
