Iyisha's POV
Malcolm went rigid the instant her lips touched his. His hands clamped on her hips, not to pull her close but to push her away.
She locked her knees tighter around him, forcing him down into the mattress. His body resisted, his arms tense, but not enough to break free. They were caught between his effort to stop and her refusal to let him.
"Iyisha." He said her name like a warning, low and rough. His mouth still crashed back onto hers, hard and angry, because he could not hold back completely.
"Stop," he rasped against her lips. "Stop before I lose it."
She ignored him. She kissed him again, harder, pulling at his shirt until her hands slid over his skin. She pressed her weight down, grinding against him, determined to take what she wanted.
"This is all I have to give," she whispered. "So take it."
His jaw locked. He tried to catch her wrists, but her hand slipped free, sliding down his chest, lower, until she brushed the hardness straining against his pants.
