Grace
“Are you trying to strip me naked, Miss Grace? Because if you are, you just have to ask, princess.”
His deep voice echoed through the walls. A shiver shot straight down my spine. I opened my mouth to speak, but all that slipped out was a small, helpless gasp, because his teeth had just grazed the shell of my ear, a sharp bite that sent heat racing down my neck, and curling low in my stomach.
God, I didn’t even know why that did so many things to me. Or maybe I did, and I just didn’t want to admit it.
To make it worse, he was standing between my bare legs. And I wasn’t wearing underwear. Which meant the thin fabric of the shirt was all that separated my naked skin from him. And it wasn’t enough because every subtle shift of his hips pressed his crotch right against me.
I tried to
