“So let my tongue show you how badly I need you.”
He didn't wait. He captured my mouth, kissing me with a desperation that bordered on violence, his tongue sweeping in to claim the sounds I tried to suppress.
One hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back, the other sliding down to grip my hip, pulling me flush against him.
I gasped against his lips, feeling the heavy, thick evidence of his need pressing against my stomach. He was huge.
He broke the kiss, but he didn't pull away. He rested his forehead against mine, his eyes dark, searching, drinking me in like I was the only oxygen in the room.
“I’m going to be so good to you, Isla,” he said, his voice rough with an emotion that stripped me bare. “I want to be everything to you.” His mouth brushed against my ear. “I want to be t
