It’s a passion-soaked, out-of-control ravishing.
We kiss.
And kiss.
And kiss.
Our mouths grow frantic, fighting to get closer.
I thread my fingers through his hair, press my body close, rubbing against him like I’m a cat in heat. I’m shameless. Revealing every single ounce of my hunger.
He might be claiming me, but I’m claiming him back. And in the fierce press of our mouths, we’re finally coming to an agreement.
He groans, breaking free to trail a path down my throat. He flattens his tongue against my pounding pulse before reaching the curve of my neck, where he bites so hard it brings the sting of tears to my eyes.
I cry out, holding him to me as he sucks my skin, marking me. “Please, Charlie.”
He lifts his mouth. “I’ve had nothing but time to plot my revenge.”
His delicious words roll through me, lighting me up. “From now on, I’ll be good, I promise.”
He grips my hip, grinding into me.
We rock together.
He hits just the right spot.
Everything tightens as I moan into him.
All of a sudden, he rips away, his breath ragged. “You’re always distracting me.” He picks up the knife and flicks open the blade. “I’m supposed to be slicing your clothes off.”
My entire body buzzes in anticipation, even as my eyes go wide at the sight of the blade glinting in the late evening sun. My chest heaves as he hovers over me, making me feel small and trapped. “Can I trust you not to move?”
“Yes.”
“Even though I’m planning on edging you until you’ve lost all reason?”
“No, please, not that.”
“Aw, don’t you remember how hard you came?” He places the open knife against my skin, in the dip between my collarbones, the blade facing away so as not to accidentally harm me. I’m not in danger, but it doesn’t stop my blood rushing with the tinge of fear, sharpening my arousal.
My head is empty of everything but him, me, and this moment.
He drags the blade over my skin, down my chest, to settle at the first button on the bodice of the skimpy dress I’m wearing. He uses the knife to toy with it. “I want you to tell me what you were hoping for at the party.”
I’m hypnotized by the way the metal glints every time my breath heaves. “I thought we were leaving that on the porch.”
“We left our jealousy and misunderstandings out there.” With a flick of his wrist, the first button pops off. “Now I want the fantasy you denied me.”
I whimper, lifting to rub against his erection.
“No moving.”
I fall still, even though my chest is rising and falling rapidly.
“Put your arms wide, hands over your head.”
I don’t even think about not complying.
