SIXTY-NINE

Heart racing in my chest, I closed my eyes as his lips descended on mine, my lips parting of their own volition to accommodate him. Spasms of pleasure ripped through me when his tongue found mine, and I let out a small moan. His left hand gripped the back of my head and his other arm around my waist crushed my body against his. His sweet scent wafted through my nostrils, and my body itched, wanting his hands on every part of me. I have never felt desperate to have someone as much as I wanted him in that instant.

“Mine,” he growled lustfully against my lips, and the possessiveness in his voice caused my core to tighten. I forgot about all the complications surrounding us, I forgot about how badly he’d treated me in the past. I forgot about all the mean and derogatory words he ever used on me, I forgot Heather’s warning about him discarding me as soon as he was done with me. I was treading on dangerous grounds, but the only thing that mattered was this man, in whose arms I wanted to rem