“What?” I ask when he doesn’t finish. I order myself to meet his gaze, but I can’t seem to stop looking at his mouth. It’s not smiling, and I’m used to that, but for some reason I can’t stop thinking about how firm it must be, what it would be like to kiss someone so rigidly in control. Would he dominate? Would I like it? I feel the heat coming off him, and it answers my question. Yes. Yes, I’d like it. I’d like making him lose control even more.
