My body throbbed with pain, every move I made ached, but it didn’t matter. Not when Decker was finally hovering over me, his grey eyes staring down at me like I wasn’t a liability but the brightest star he had ever seen. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”
“I want to get a good look at you.”
“Why?”
“I never get to.”
That was it. That was his answer. Yet, my whole body was burning just from his gaze alone.
I reached for his chest, half expecting him to pull me away. He didn’t. The second I felt his ripped muscles underneath, my p***y suddenly started throbbing.
I reached for the hem of his shirt. He reached for my hand. “No.”
“No?”
“No,” He repeated. “Raise your hands.”
I didn’t trust him. I didn’t want to. But I did.
The moment I did so, he helped pull the shirt I had changed into
