“You know, I don’t think you’re as in control as you claim.” He reached out and gathered a fistful of my shirt, dragging me the final few inches to his chest. His fingers remained clenched in the fabric, holding me in place, and his voice was quiet but frayed, teetering on the edge of losing restraint, as he replied. “I will admit you test that control like no one I’ve ever met.” I felt a smile curving my lips. His mouth crashed against it an instant later. It didn’t end there, this time—not as the soft, hesitant brush of lips we’d shared before. This time it was deeper, darker, as wild as the
...more
This highlight has been truncated due to consecutive passage length restrictions.
