Tessa
The moment the hotel room door clicked shut behind us, the air between us turned molten. There was no pretense, no hesitation—just raw, unfiltered need. His mouth crashed into mine, a bruising kiss that left no room for doubt. His hands were everywhere, rough and reverent all at once, peeling the dress from my body like it had offended him by keeping my skin from his.
I clawed at his shirt, desperate to feel him, to press my body against his without the barrier of fabric between us. When I shoved it off his shoulders, my fingers traced over the hard planes of his chest, the firm ridges of muscle, the evidence of a man who knew discipline and control.
And f**k, that control was unraveling right in front of me.
With a sudden, commanding grip, he seized my waist and threw me onto th
