-Ryland Grayson:
"Not yet," I teased, nipping at his earlobe. "You haven't earned it."
I shifted my hips, dragging my erection against his stomach. The friction was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure straight up my spine, but I masked it with a groan of dissatisfaction.
I wanted skin. I wanted to feel every inch of him inside me without barriers.
"Look at me, Vaughn," I commanded, sitting back up to tower over him.
His eyes snapped to mine, swimming with a chaotic mix of emotions.
There was admiration there, deep and abiding, but right now, it was overshadowed by a raw, animalistic need. He was trembling, his muscles taut as bowstrings, straining against the invisible bonds I'd placed him in.
"If you don't want this," I said, my voice dropping to a serious register, cutting through the thick haze of lust hanging between us, "you need to tell me to get away from you. You need to say it right now, Vaughn, because once I start, I don't think I can stop."
