I didn't want to, but then his tongue swept against my bottom teeth. I closed my eyes and lost myself to touch, taste, and smell.
Screw it. I'd hate myself for it later.
Right then, I wanted him. Damn the consequences.
As if he sensed the exact moment I gave in, Broadrick flicked the button of my jeans and slipped his hand down my pants. He hovered over my mound, cupping and rubbing, but not getting low enough to be where I wanted him.
"You wet for me, babe?"
I licked his collarbone. "No."
Broadrick drew my mouth back to his and sucked on my tongue. Oh s**t. I forgot how he liked to do that and how much I loved it.
He chuckled and sank two fingers into my underwear, rubbing against my folds. I bucked against him.
"Liar," he said into my mouth.
"So," I retorted and bit his
