No control

They had barely made it through the front door of his home before his mouth was on hers. She loved how eager he was and had been feeling the same way all night. The dancing and grinding against one another had been foreplay. Very extended foreplay that left her wet, hot and extremely agitated. Her skin felt too tight as his mouth moved over hers, his tongue delving in and out. She loved the way he tasted and smelled.

It wasn’t enough. She wanted to climb on and ride him with her skin pressed against his. She wanted more. He seemed to be holding back. She knew why. He was worried about freaking her out or hurting her. She couldn’t be hurt—not by him. Every part of her was on fire. He had to know how much she wanted him.

“Xyrus, I really need you,” she mumbled against his mouth.

He pulled away and looked at her, giving her a quick kiss before smiling at her. “Can I get you a drink? Do you want to slow this down?”

Her eyes went wide. “No! Absolutely not!”

He chuckled. “Good, I was