“You okay?” he asks, his tone a little too cocky. Like he knows he just unraveled me and he’s proud of himself for doing it. Well. Two can play at this game. I grab his elbows and spin him around so now he’s against the wall, then I push up on my toes and brush my nose along the curve of his neck. I breathe in his woodsy, delicious scent as I press a slow line of kisses up the side of his jaw. When I finally reach his mouth, I kiss him again, except this time, I’m in control. He yields willingly, letting me set the pace, the position, the pressure. His hands grip my waist, his fingers pressing
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