His tongue slid against mine, stealing every thought straight out of my head.
I clawed at his shoulders, then lower, gripping his back just to anchor myself, because the room was spinning.
Why am I letting this happen again?
"Fuck…" I whispered against his lips. "Why do you… feel so good?"
He smirked, kissing me harder, biting, making me gasp.
His hand moved slowly, down my stomach, slipping past the hem of my pajama pants. My whole body froze.
He stopped, staring into my eyes. "Do you want me to?"
My head was nodding before my brain caught up.
He tilted his head. "Say it, Juney."
"Yes," I whispered, so soft I barely recognized my own voice.
His eyes darkened instantly. "Good girl."
That was all he needed.
His hand slipped under the waistband, and I gasped against his lips, clutching his shoulders.
"Fuck," he growled, his fingers started moving in slowly. "You're already so wet. For me?"
I whimpered before I could stop myself, pressing closer.
