His one hand slid up into my hair, tangling in the strands and pulling my head back just enough to expose my neck, his mouth hovering close to my ear, hot breath sending goosebumps across my skin.

  “You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted this, to have you right here, pinned and ready for me,” he growled, his other hand pushing up under my t-shirt, his rough palm sliding over my bare stomach, up to cup one of my breasts, squeezing it firmly, his thumb rubbing back and forth over my nipple, pinching it lightly until I let out a gasp.

  “Mike… oh god, that feels so good,” I moaned,...