His grip in her hair grew tighter, as if he were trying to hold on to something—anything—to keep himself from sinking deeper into that temptation. “This isn’t a good idea.” “I promise you it’s not the worst one I’ve ever had.” “I don’t doubt that.” His laughter was a bit quiet. A bit… wicked. “And I promise you that there is currently nothing I would like more than to carry you up to my bedroom and pleasure you until you couldn’t think straight. Or walk straight, for that matter.”
