His dark eyes met mine, intense and warm and still hungry. His hair was messy, his mouth shiny from sucking on my nipples. He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling as he looked down at me like he was seeing something he’d wanted for a very long time.

He leaned down and kissed me hard.

It wasn’t gentle. It was deep and claiming, his tongue sliding into my mouth so I could taste myself on him. I moaned into the kiss, one hand coming up to grip the back of his neck. When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against mine for a second.

“You’ve been a...