Vincent tilted his head slightly, his amber eyes narrowing, "But you smell so good," he murmured, his voice rough and low. "When I feel you, When I smell you... I just can't help it. I just want to be closer."
"You must control yourself," I said, but the words lacked strength. I could feel the heat of his bare skin so close, radiating into me, making it hard to think.
He leaned in, his breath brushing my ear, " Then teach me," he said. "Teach me how you want me to do. I could die for you, seriously."
A shiver ran down my spine. Every instinct screamed at me to push him away, to run.
He stared intently at my face after speaking, grinning foolishly for a good while before suddenly leaning in to kiss me.
Too bad for him—he failed this time.
I'd been watching him like a hawk, and the mo
