His mouth finds my neck before I can even fully process the way my body is reacting.
One moment it's tension…..sharp, electric and barely contained.
The next, he's there with breath is hot against my skin as his grip tightens at my waist, pulling me firmly into him like he's decided distance is no longer an option.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me when you act like this?" he mutters low, voice rough in a way that sends something dangerous curling through my chest.
I should answer but I don't.
Because the way he's holding me already steals the thought from my head as his fingers trace my side slowly, deliberately, like he's mapping every reaction I try to hide.
"You disobey me," he continues, his tone darker now, "and still look at me like I'm the one who should be careful."
My breath catches and that earns a reaction from him….something between frustration and something far more consuming.
He leans in again, his voice dropping near my ear.
