I kissed her again as I stood, walking blindly toward my bedroom with her in my arms, our mouths never breaking apart. Every step I took was another second closer to heaven—or damnation, if I f****d this up.
Her weight in my arms felt right, Like this was where she belonged.
I nudged the bedroom door open with my foot and carried her inside.
The moment I set her down on the bed, something shifted between us. The air thickened. The energy pulsed with need.
She looked up at me with her deep red eyes, and I was done.
My brain short-circuited. She looked at me like that, and I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.
She took the lead, her fingers gripped the edge of my tank top.
“Take it off,” she said, voice barely audible.
I obeyed. Ripped the damn thing over my head and tossed it aside
