SIMONE POV
His mouth left my neck, those intense eyes locking onto mine. I could still taste him on my lips, that salty, masculine tang a stark reminder of what I'd just done.
My heart was a wild drum against my ribs.
"You've brought this up on yourself, Simone," he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my body pressed against the wall.
His hips ground into me, and I could feel him, already hard again, a thick, insistent pressure against my stomach.
How? He just came. "There's absolutely no way we're backing out now. What are you going to do about that?"
Before I could form a thought, his lips crashed onto mine again, a possessive, demanding kiss that stole the air from my lungs.
He tasted like me and him and pure, undiluted lust.
"f**k!" The curse
