Arabella

He ended the kiss abruptly and pulled away from me. I glanced at him—his head was bowed. My chest was heaving, but I wanted this. I wanted him. There was a throbbing between my legs that I knew only he could satisfy.

“Six,” I called out to him in a soft whisper.

He looked up at me, his eyes darkened with desire, and his lips were red from kissing.

I averted my eyes, suddenly feeling self-conscious under the intensity of his stare. “I... I...”

“I want to fuck you, Arabella,” he blurted out.

My breath caught in my throat. “What?” My voice was hoarse and barely audible.

“You heard...