Row ripped his mouth from my skin, staring me down through a disapproving scowl. “Are you still alive?” “Hmm-mm.” “Should I stop?” His fingers immediately loosened around my waist and back, and I suddenly remembered what had made me want to have sex with him in the first place. “No!” I wrenched him closer and pressed my lips to his, doubling down on that rabid-wildlife conduct. “You…you can’t stop.” But maybe he should? My mind and my body were definitely not in sync. “Sure I can.” His mouth moved over mine again, his voice velvet and smoke. “Consent is a real thing. Google it.”
