My back hit the nearest tree, and he didn’t give me a moment to recover from the shock, just swallowed my gasp and kept kissing me.
His hands roamed my body, sparking fire everywhere he touched.
I moaned against his lips, tightening my legs around his hips.
Needing him, wanting to feel his body claiming mine, rough and thrilling.
“This is wrong,” I murmured, not entirely convinced by my own words.
I shouldn’t give in to him again, to someone who doesn’t want me and has only treated me poorly these past weeks.
But I couldn’t take my hands out of his hair, couldn’t push him away or turn my mouth from his.
“Tell me to stop, and I will.” He pulled back, trailing his mouth down my neck. His tongue slid over my skin, drawing a low moan from me, and I arched toward him. “Do you want me to
