[Draven].
Heat rolled through me like a rising tide.
I slid my hand along her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her blouse, her breath stuttering when my fingers brushed the side of her thigh.
Her back arched instinctively, her lips parting against mine.
I swallowed the soft sound she made, the sound that told me she was losing herself in this too.
The next moment, I pulled back only an inch, my forehead resting against hers.
"Meredith," I murmured, voice low, strained, "if you keep touching me like that, I'm going to lose every bit of restraint I have left."
She blinked up at me, her pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed, lips kiss-swollen, and whispered,
"…then lose it."
Those three words hit harder than any battle strike, and I liked it.
A slow, dangerous smile curled at the corner of my mouth. "You have no idea what you are inviting, little wolf."
Her breath trembled, but she didn't pull away. She was as stubborn as ever.
