RONNELL POV
Pushing my elbow, I yanked my T-shirt off. Her palms were drawn to my chest like a magnet, sliding along my width and then down to my abdomen. God, she's killing me. Her tongue darted out, wetting her upper lip, and I was dangerously close to losing control. The scent of her perfume mixed with the heat of the room, creating a heady intoxication. I wanted to devour her.
I fingered the thin straps of her top. “Can I take this off, too?”
She was slower to nod, reluctance tinting her cheeks. “Okay.”
My brows drew together as I frowned. “We do not have to do this if you don't want to,”
She reached up, smoothing the line between my collarbone. “I want to do crazy things with you but I'm just nervous. But I trust you, Ronnell.”
“You should.” I gathered the material of her gow
