Sandy's POV
As I curved against him, our mouths breaking apart for air, I lifted my gaze to meet his. The moment our eyes connected, all oxygen seemed to vanish from my lungs.
That ravenous expression still burned in his dark stare, like he was barely restraining himself from driving deep inside me and taking us both beyond reason.
The mate bond was pulling at us both, I realized. This wasn't something either of us could simply dismiss.
My palm found its way to his boxers, fingers wrapping around the outline of his hardness. My throat went dry while heat flooded my face.
He was substantial, rigid, and unmistakably large.
I caught my bottom lip between my teeth, letting my thumb trace along his impressive length. Charles' pupils dilated, his forehead coming to rest against mine as he drew in a ragged breath.
"Don't start something you can't finish," he warned in a low voice, catching my wrist to guide my hand beneath the fabric of his underwear.
