I rolled my eyes. “Like I said, you know nothing about me. And it’s time for you to leave.”
I reached for the door handle. I swear I did. But my fingers brushed against his forearm and the contact of his skin with mine burned deep within my core. I let my nails trail down to his wrist, fascinated by this new sensation.
“You’re playing with fire,” he said breathlessly.
“Am I?” I forgot what we were talking about.
“Yes, little wolf.” His calloused palm landed on my waist, thumb brushing the exposed skin above my pants, and he pulled my body flush with his.
I could feel every point where we connected. The hard planes of his chest and hips. The pulsing throb of his c**k pressed against my stomach. Mouth suddenly dry, I looked up at him.
His lips hovered dangerously close to mine.
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