"Good girl."

It is only when he says it to me that it is my ruin. I am addicted to this man. I love him.

"Pay attention," he growls out to me.

I blink up at him. His expression is tight with irritation. I'd gotten lost in my mind about him, but goddammit, he's something else—and all fucking mine.

He hums again, claiming my mouth as he looms over me, his body wound up to take what it wants. His tongue enters again, and we wrestle and fight for dominance, fingers probing, neither wanting to let go—until I give in and let him take the control and deepen the kiss....