Another part of him wanted to say, “f**k it,” and release the reins.
At the thought, they slipped a little farther from his reach.
He f****d her mouth with his tongue, her neck bent back and her lips parted, giving him access. The hand on her neck tightened for a second before he made a conscious effort to loosen his grip. Still, he couldn’t let her go completely.
He wanted more.
As he pulled away, her lips clung to his for a moment before she retreated and blinked up at him.
“Take the dress off.” His voice sounded like a growl, deep and demanding. “I don’t want to rip it.”
She hesitated, as if she’d heard something in his tone or seen something in his expression she didn’t like. That millisecond pause made his pulse throb through his body, made his blood boil.
His hands threatened
