Ares kissed me like he was starving. His tongue demanded entry, his teeth scraping my bottom lip.
My gun lay forgotten on the floor. All that mattered right now was his mouth, his hands gripping my ass, and the hard ridge of his arousal pressing against my stomach.
His hands slid up, pushing the blazer past my shoulders. It dropped to the ground with a soft thud. He continued undressing me until I stood completely naked in front of him.
"I needed this. Needed to feel you. Just you. Soft and needy," he said, his thumbs circling my n*****s until they peaking into hard, aching points.
A shiver ran down my spine. I was melting under his touch. I arched into his hands. "I'm not soft," I argued, but it sounded weak.
Ares chuckled. "You will be," he said, sitting down on a brown leather
