All forms of thought vanished in a microsecond, and I found myself doing the unthinkable.
I leaned forward.
Lewison closed the gap.
And then there was no space for thinking at all.
His mouth crashed against mine with none of the gentleness I'd expected, but it was not gentleness that I needed.
What I craved—what I needed—was enough ferocity to make me forget whose bed I was in… and who was on top of me. What I needed was to forget everything that was not involved in chasing the kind of pleasure I needed to escape.
I gasped against his lips, and he took advantage, tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my entire body ignite.
Lewison knew exactly how to make me forget. And forget, I did.
My hands were everywhere—his hair, his shoulders, the hard planes of his back—searching
