“Rowdy, wait,” she whispered, but my hand around her delicate throat cut her off. “No.” I found her mouth in the dark again and slipped my tongue inside. One hit of her, and I was already addicted. Atlas must have felt the same because it wasn’t long before she kissed me back. “Say my name,” I demanded against her lips. “I want to fucking hear it.” She didn’t even hesitate. “Owen.”
