CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
No words. None at all.
Just right now.
Need. Want. Claim.
Mine.
Our mouths battled, both of us trying to dominate the other. I was almost bursting with need.
I needed to feel him.
I needed to touch him.
I needed to claim him.
I didn’t care where we were. We could’ve been in the middle of the street, but I needed his touch on me, his body on me, his everything on me.
I needed him. My feelings were hot. They were demanding. They were dirty and complicated. They were everything in the gray part of life.
As we pushed against each other, our mouths laying claim, he ripped off my shirt. My pants. I dragged my nails over his, trying to tear it off.
“f**k,” he breathed, his hand sliding between our bodies, pushing inside my underwear, and then finally me.
I paused,
