HAZEL
I grabbed his face between my hands and kissed him again. This time slower. Deliberate. I wanted to taste every part of his mouth, wanted to memorize the way he groaned when I bit his bottom lip. His hands came up to my waist but I pushed them away.
"No touching," I said against his mouth. "Not unless I say so."
He nodded, his breath coming fast. Good. I liked him like this.
Compliant.
Desperate.
Mine.
I kissed him again, walking him backward toward the bed. My tongue explored his mouth while my hands roamed his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath the torn fabric of his shirt. His knees hit the edge of the mattress and I shoved him. Hard.
He fell back onto the bed with a grunt, his chest still heaving, his ruined shirt hanging open. The buttons I'd torn off earlier were scattered across the floor like confetti. Evidence of my claim on him.
