Larissa's POV
My palms pressed against his shoulders, feeling the solid strength beneath his shirt. He tasted like the wine we had shared and something uniquely him that made my head spin. I moved against him, feeling the heat between us build as our bodies pressed together.
Carson's breath caught against my lips, his grip tightening on my waist as he guided my movements. When he pulled back to look at me, his eyes held a hunger that made my pulse race.
"Christ, Larissa," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "You drive me crazy."
Every rational thought told me to stop. This was my employer, the man who held my future in his hands, the arrangement that was supposed to remain professional. But his touch burned through my clothes, and his lips found that sensitive spot on my throat that made me forget everything else.
"I need you," the words escaped before I could stop them.
