CHAPTER FOUR

He carried me from the chair, leading me gently and slowly until I was standing in between his legs; his hands slid along my thighs, cosy yet strong, holding me as though he'd been craving this for far too long; his fingers traced the curve of my back; I shivered, pressing closer; he whispered into my hair, "Tell me if you want me to stop."

"I won't," I breathed; he let out a low sound, something like surrender; his hands cupped my hips, mine threaded into his hair; we shared a long, warm kiss that my stomach began to heat up.

Between us, desire hummed like electricity. Everything...