she cried. “What do you want?” “I want—fuck—” His words faltered as he dropped his hand from her arm. “For the love of God, just tell me what you want—” Her words died with a gasp as he pressed her into the bookcase, his hands on her shoulders. She managed one breath before his mouth claimed hers in a bruising kiss. For the briefest of moments, she was ready to shove him off. Without realizing when or how, she pulled him closer instead.
James
