What had happened to the man who had told me he would love me forever, but not that way, and the one who whispered against the sensitive curve of my neck, “What do you need, Cookie?” The flames in my stomach heightened. Licking up in a slow burn of desire. “I—” My tongue was too thick for me to answer. “I think I know what you need. I’m the one who knows you best, remember?” It almost sounded of a warning, and he pressed his mouth back to that sensitive spot and murmured, “Might make me a fucking bastard, but I want to be the one to give it to you. I don’t want to stop.” His confession was
...more
