Anne told herself she would scramble away the minute her foot touched the floor.
She'd been encased in the warmth of his body, feeling the strength in his rippling muscles with his every step as he walked.
But once they were in his room he didn't drop her on the floor at all, nor did she get the chance to escape like she thought she would.
He sat in the couch, placing her effortlessly on his lap. The position too intimate that she wanted to move away but the arms locked around her waist kept her still. His head moving towards her neck, she almost squirmed when his hot breath hit a spot on her neck till she felt his lips there and spark like sensations trailed through her skin.
His lips closed around a spot on her neck, then she felt a tiny nip as his mouth opened over the spot and took a little bite.
She gasped.
"If you move again, I'll have to do that again." He murmured against her neck before pulling away to look in her face.
