“Truth.” He pushes from the elevator wall and takes the broad step needed to close the distance between us. Goose bumps sprout along my arms as he invades my space, those stormy eyes of his searching over my face, making my breath hitch. He moves a hand, trailing his index finger so lightly up my arm I almost think I’m imagining it. Desire drops heavy in my core as his finger lifts, sweeping across my collarbone and under my chin so he can angle my face up to his. “Tell me, love. If I dropped to my knees right now, would you let me devour your cunt?”
