“You don’t get it, Molloy,” he growled as his lips claimed mine, hands moving straight to my hips as he dragged them roughly against his. “I’m broken in the head. I don’t work right. I get hooked. I get so fucking addicted, and if we keep this up I won’t let go. I won’t be able to.” If he intended to scare me, he’d failed. His words had the opposite effect. “Good,” I breathed. “Because I don’t want you to.”
