PAIGE
I pushed weakly against his chest, the protest sounding pathetic even to my own ears. "I'm not yours."
He didn't budge. Instead, a slow, devastatingly smug smile spread across his face as he crawled over me, caging me in with his arms.
His body hovered just inches above mine, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, smell the clean sweat from his workout.
"Really?" he purred, his voice a low, intimate rumble. His eyes dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes, holding me captive. "Because last night, you were begging me to ruin you. You were screaming my name. You came apart in my arms. That sounds an awful lot like mine to me."
His words were a physical touch, branding me with the memory of my own surrender. He dipped his head, his lips brushing against mine in the faintest, most teasing hint of a kiss before pulling back, denying me the contact.
