She let out a shaky, desperate laugh, her fingers clenching into the fabric of his shirt. "You wouldn't dare."
He paused, the teasing motion ceasing, his hand resting firm and still against her. "Try me." His voice was steady, a sharp contrast to the ragged heat vibrating between them. His blue eyes, dark with intent, searched her face, waiting.
She felt the air in the room tighten, the silence of the cottage pressing in until the only reality was the weight of his body and the promise of what he was holding back. "Everything," she breathed, her voice a wrecked, honest plea. "I want everything."
A fierce, dark satisfaction flickered in his expression. "Then stop fighting it."
