Marisol
My leg became foam under his lust-hooded gaze. I tried to shake my head, to pull away, but his other hand slid around my waist and yanked me flush against him.
He was hard.
I meant I could feel his erection, pressing through his pants against my lower belly.
I didn't even know how to process that, plus the intense heat that spread around my thighs. The Kiss. The Chase and now…
My head was all over the place.
“You’ve been driving me f*****g insane,” he muttered, his nose brushing my neck. “The way you look at me. The way you flinch, the way you run... It makes me want to ruin you.”
I whimpered.
He licked the sound right off my throat.
My mind screamed to push him off. But my body—my traitorous body—burned under his touch.
“I’ve had enough of the games. Enough of your f***
