Her palms pressed against his chest, meaning to push him away….but her fingers curled in his shirt instead, betraying her.
He tore his lips from hers just long enough to murmur against her mouth, his breath hot and ragged.
“You can think later. Right now… I want you.”
And before she could protest, his mouth crushed hers again, drowning her in fire.
Izzy body pressed against the leather chair, heart hammering, breath catching in ragged gasps. Dominic's hands roamed with a deliberate, possessive intensity, one gripping her waist, the other brushing over her arm, tracing fire in its wake.
She tried to step back, tried to reclaim some control, but the wall of his presence stopped her, a living barrier she couldn’t push through.
“Dominic … we shouldn't,” she gasped, voice trembling, defi
