“I’m telling you to fuck me, Fisher. I’m asking you to—” His lips crashed down on mine. He stole my words, claiming my mouth with a ragged snarl. The kiss was incendiary. The moment I tasted him and felt his tongue sweep past my teeth, I whimpered, grabbing the bottom of his shirt. No more sniping at each other. No more thinly veiled innuendo. No more threats.
The burn is SCORCHING
