LISA
I lean down, ready to whisper something snarky, but Kellan's hand finally releases the bed rail. It shoots up, tangling in my hair at the nape of my neck, and yanks me the rest of the way down. His mouth crashes against mine—hot, demanding, hungry. The kiss is all teeth and tongue and desperation.
My gasp disappears into his mouth. His teeth catch my lower lip, just this side of too rough, and a bolt of heat rips straight through me. My nipples ache, tight and throbbing against the fabric of my bra, and my skin buzzes like it's desperate to be touched.
When he lets me go, we're both panting. His eyes burn gold—wolf eyes—and his hungry, territorial look sends a fresh rush of heat between my legs.
I shift down his body, ready to finish what I started, but his fingers wrap around my arm—surprisingly gentle.
"Not like that," he says roughly.
I blink up at him.
