Tremors shot through his body at my words and he froze.

His breathing deep and shaky.

His dark moved to stare at mine again. And I could clearly see the war raging in them.

For a moment I thought he would pull away again.

“This…” he rasped, his jaws clenching as his teeth grazed over his lower lips. “This doesn’t change anything.”

And before I could even come up with a reply, his mouth claimed mine, hot and feral.

My body pressed, flush against his, and I could feel every curve and muscle of his skin.

Every core, vibrating with need.

My fingers slipped from his chest, tangling in his...