I inhaled his sweet, manly scent again and filled my chest with it. He was like a drug—delicious and addicting. I kissed the crook of his neck, tasting the sweetness of his skin that smelled like my favorite bath soap, and wondered if he had used it. The muscles in his neck stiffened. He groaned when my tongue slithered to his ear, teasing it, then my teeth sank into it.
“You’re killing me, Lily,” he whimpered, fists clenching the sheets.
I ignored him.
With eyes bright with sensual mischief, my fingers curled tightly around his smooth, sleek hair, teasing and pulling the soft strands between my fingers. My body seemed not to belong to me anymore. It felt as if a wild, ferocious beast had taken over. Tonight, the meek Lily I had known for years disappeared. Replacing her was a bold, hot
