Larissa's POV
My pulse hammered against my throat. A dangerous part of me, bigger than I cared to acknowledge, wanted to surrender to his touch, to let those skilled hands slide under my leggings and discover just how ready I was for him.
Yet another voice in my head, the one clinging to whatever self-control I had left, screamed that this would be a catastrophic mistake. Sleeping with Carson wouldn't be just another hookup. It would mean handing over a piece of myself I wasn't prepared to lose.
"No," I stated with conviction, pressing my palm against his hand to halt its descent. "Not now."
Carson surprised me by backing off immediately. He gave a slight nod, his gaze still burning with want but carrying a glimmer of understanding.
"Your choice," he said, withdrawing his touch from my skin. "I can wait. But when it does happen, and trust me it will, Larissa, you'll be the one asking for it."
