"Then you better be quiet," he rasps out, his lips brushing over my lips in a soft touch. I part them, pushing my face upwards towards his and he laughs this breathy little laugh as my eyes flutter shut. They flick open.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, eyes flicking over my face as he takes in every inch of me, his eyes soft.
“What about me?” I ask breathlessly. Hell, I am so screwed. So, so screwed.
His lips barely touch mine, just a whisper of heat rubbing against my lips, “So utterly perfect,” he says softly against my mouth before he attacks it with tongue and teeth, devouring me.
His one hand is still palming my ass, the other gripping my hair. He groans into my mouth, and I practically melt into a pool at his feet.
My phone starts ringing, loudly right at the same time someone knocks
