oment our lips met, it was as if I'd leaped off the edge of a cl

the sort of kiss that demanded su

f me. His touch was possessive, almost desperate, like he was claiming something he'd waited too long to possess. And I held o

n't w

ire neither one of us made any effort to hide. His forehead rested against mine, and

ing against my skin. The words were low, threa

ell him to stop when my whol

spered, "Pleas

r. His hands roamed, pulling at the fabric of my blouse with an almost desperate hunger. The b

gone. The weight of his presence, the manner in which he consumed

he way his eyes appeared to hold something darker-something possessive. Something that

st heaving as I tried to pull myself together, but it was no avail. He was too clo

filled with something I couldn't quite identify-somethi

it before things could possibly get any worse. But when I lifted my eyes to his

e breaking as I spoke the w

mile tugged at his mouth. "Good," he

tark contrast to the warmth radiating from my skin. His hands were skilled, pulling the ma

ent a jolt of desire coursing through my veins, igniting a fire in me that I never knew had been dormant. My ha

o keep my bearings. The moment was unfolding too quickl

g me into him with a force that brooked no hesitation. His hands moved lower, t

st the sparks that arced between us. I could feel the muscles in his arms f

nst the soft velvet cushions of th

as

h h

nic

his eyes-as he towered over me. His lips grazed the sensitive flesh of m

nds tangled in his hair, dra

on my tongue, and it wasn't

oice thick with desire. The words sent a

d of my skirt and then discarding it. He didn't hesitate, didn't ask

d at how quickly this was happening, at how little

an in the world, was a drug. The way he seemed to know exactly what I

as his hands roamed further, pushing me to the

is mouth hot against me.

e words were bottled up in my chest, wedged somewh

he confession falling from m

iss more demanding, more possessive than it had been earlier. His hands moved w

he confusion, the fear, the doubt. I fo

st l