Rough palms slid up both my arms as he guided them over my head and manacled my wrists with his hands above me. “I’ve been starving for you ever since.” Hungry lips hunted my throat, while his free hand palmed my exposed breast. He paused his kissing just long enough to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, the teasing little tug between his teeth coaxing a moan past my lips. Still holding me captive with one hand, his other palm slid up the hem of my skirt, and he froze.
