“Do you remember the last time you had me pinned against this door?” I ask breathlessly. His eyes snap to mine. “Yeah, I was a stupid teenager, and you slammed the door in my face.” He cringes, shaking his head as though the memory pains him. “So is that what I can expect again, Blackwell?” I bite my lip and watch his eyes darken. “I’m not a teenager anymore, princess.” His husky voice makes my core tighten with desire.
