The other hand was tangled in my hair, tilting my head back as he kissed my neck, sucking lightly, leaving a trail of heat that made my skin tingle.
“Armani, stop!” I protested, my voice louder now, but he ignored it, his hips grinding against mine harder.
The friction sent a jolt through me at the raw harshness of his actions. His breath was hot on my neck as he whispered, “You want this. I can feel it. Let go, Delilah. Be mine tonight, and whatever you ask for in the club will be yours tomorrow.”
My heart pounded, and adrenaline surged. I shoved harder, but he was stronger, his weight trapping me.
His hand dipped lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of my yoga pants, tugging them down an inch as he pushed his long fingers into my heat “See? You’re already wet for me,” he murmu
