“Nora,” he ground out my name as if he were grappling for control. “You need to get out of this room right now.” My knees shook. I stayed rooted in place. “Why?” I asked in a low whisper. He swallowed. Visibly swallowed. I watched his Adam’s apple bob with the motion. “Because I’m in a room with you. Where there’s a bed.” He nodded to the bed in question. “Because your cheeks are flushed, because I’ve been dreaming of what your lips taste like. Because I can barely fuckin’ control my need to claim them. Taste you.”
