Rae's POV
His lips were still on my neck, breath hot against my skin, hands gripping my hips through the emerald silk like he was one second away from tearing the dress off.
I met his eyes in the mirror, dark, dangerous, full of worship.
"Lock the door," I whispered.
The words barely left my mouth before he moved. One step, the soft click of the lock sliding home, and then he was back crowding me, chest to my back, hands sliding up to cup my jaw and tilt my head so he could devour my mouth.
The kiss was instant fire, messy, open-mouthed, desperate. His tongue swept in, piercing stroking mine, tasting every corner like he'd been starving for it.
I moaned into him, hands flying to his hair, tugging hard. He answered with a growl that vibrated through my whole body.
He spun me around
