His mouth was on my throat, hot and relentless, as if he wanted to devour every inch of me he had been denied. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, though my smirk told him he hadn’t won yet.
“Careful,” I whispered against his ear, arching beneath him as his hand slid up the silk of my slip. “You touch me like that, and you’ll never stop.”
His laugh was low, dangerous. “That’s exactly the problem, baby girl. I don’t want to stop.”
The slip gave way under his fingers, thin straps sliding off my shoulders until the fabric barely clung to me. His eyes burned as they roamed my body, his jaw tightening like a man on the edge of sanity.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” he growled, pressing his weight against me, every hard line of his body demanding.
I tilted my chin, lips
