‘But I’m not a teenager anymore, Annie. I know what I want now.’ ‘And what’s that?’ Her voice was low and breathy and right beside his ear. She was close to him now, so close he could feel the rapid beat of her heart against his chest. ‘You.’ It was as simple as that. He'd been too scared to take what he wanted before. Too young, too unprepared. But not anymore. ‘I want you, Annie, and I don't care if you need to fuck me like you hate me but you're leaving here with me tonight.’
