Eros
The taste of her is a mix of sweetness and fire in one breath, and suddenly restraint isn't an option. My hand slides into her hair, angling her head back so I can deepen the kiss. Her lips part, and when my tongue tangled with hers, she moans into my mouth- low, needy, devastating.
I grip her waist, lifting her onto the bar so she's eye level with me. Her knees part instinctively, wrapping around me, pulling me closer. She gasps when I press into her, hard and already aching, and the sound drives me half-mad.
" Tell me to stop," I murmur against her neck, kissing the delicate skin just beneath her ear. " Say the word and I'll stop."
Her nails dig into my shoulders." Don't you dare."
I scoop her into my arms, her laughter breaking between kisses, and carry her across the room. I
