“Blaze…” I tried to form words, to tell him to stop, but the sound was nothing more than a choked whisper.
“Shh…” He leaned in, the scent of him filling my senses—dark, musky, and intoxicating. His other hand slid down, fingers grazing the hem of my shirt before he yanked it up, exposing the curve of my bare waist. I gasped, the cool air hitting my skin a stark contrast to the heat radiating off him. “You want this mess, don’t you? You want me to ruin you. To drag you into the dark, dirty places you pretend don’t exist.”
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. His words, laced with that dangerous, seductive edge, wrapped around me like a vice, squeezing until there was no room left for reason. He knew exactly what he was doing, peeling back every layer of pretense I’d built up around myself
