“Seriously? Scared of a tiny kitten?”
He snorted as he settled onto the chair, surprising me when he put me on his lap, straddling his thick erection. He hadn’t been lying: the feelings were definitely mutual. I resisted the urge to grind against him, but only barely.
“Not scared, no, just not into voyeurism. You’re mine, and only mine. I don’t share.” He growled the words against my lips, and my last lines of defense broke, not with a bang, but with a shudder. I needed him like oxygen, needed to feel that connection bloom between us again.
I poured all that need, that pent-up desire, into the kiss. He groaned against my lips, the sound of his need driving me wild.
“More.” I pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips, grinding down onto his d**k like my life depended on it. “I
