His mouth crashed into mine the second the words left his lips, hungry, desperate, like he’d been starving for me the entire drive. I kissed him back just as hard, my hands sliding into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan into my mouth. The sound vibrated through my chest and went straight between my legs.
I couldn’t let him touch my neck. Not tonight. Not with the bruises still throbbing under the dress.
So I grabbed his wrists while our tongues tangled, pulled his hands down, and planted them firmly on my ass.
He froze for half a second; then his fingers dug in like he’d been waiting his whole life to hold me there. A low, filthy growl rumbled out of him as he squeezed, pulling me harder against the thick ridge straining beneath his slacks.
“f**k, Avela,” he rasped agains
