back of my neck, fingers splayed possessively, claiming skin that burned for him. I felt his breath ghos

how much I

I leaned forward slightly

ing. I opened for him like something ancient and aching had finally been unlocked. There was no thought. No rules. N

to whisper, "You like being

n his voi

question. It sounded li

ed before I cou

ng along my chest, just enough to skim

voice cracked. I

is lips over my ear. "T

b grazed my nipple through my blou

d gi

impe

felt devastating just the same-like each button was a vow being undone. My skin sh

ready know how good you look. But you have no

, desperate to peel it off. His body was warm and hard beneath the fab

boss like that," I whispered

ow of my throat. "You'r

ords unraveled me mo

him instinctively. My body was no longer mine-it answered only to him, to the way his breath

knee. "Keep your legs open. Do

rt stu

er. Like he knew I needed to be told what to do. Like he saw the part

ded.

properly

...

and kissed the i

dn't

me where I needed h

of my underwear like a torment. I whimpered and bucked, but he held

't m

me, I gasped so sharply it made my vision blur. He licked into me with slow, calculated strokes. Deep. Firm. Con

my G

name. He kept licking me through it, drawing every drop of

re wet. His eyes, dark and wild.

Floating. I c

t give me ti

his belt and pushed his pants down. My breath caught as he kicked off

king, but he caught my wrists

like being kissed like that. Let

his waist instinctively, trying to pull him closer, try

as

, desperate

wan

es

t me to

odd

y i

fuck me," I g

d himself up and pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching my face the whole ti

you're

top," I

n't if I

. I tried to move, but he grabbed my hips and

t. "I can'

kissed my ja

ee stars. And every time I got close, he stopped-teasing me, denyin

tside this room...

-every guarded wall, e

is name, shaking beneath him, clinging to his shoul

psing against me, sweat-slicked and trembling.

time, we di

my hair back, lo

r than he'd ever spoken to me

ime in years... I d

...

over my back like a question he already knew the answer to. I arched instinctively, craving the rough press of his body. There w

the way he said my name

waited for this-aching for it, dreaming of it. My fingers threaded into his hair, cl

my thighs, stroking through my soaked

ing for me,"

cognizing the breathless voic

rying me toward the bed, and everything else vanished-there was o