I caught her chin—thumb and forefinger, firm—tilted her face up until those dark, blown pupils locked onto mine. Lashes fluttered once, heavy, defeated.
Then I dropped my mouth to her neck like I owned it.
First kiss was a ghost—lips barely brushing the frantic hammer of her pulse.
Then I opened wide, sucked hard, pulling her tender sweet skin between my teeth with wet, filthy pressure.
She jerked against me—full-body seizure—breasts smashing harder into my chest.
A cracked, needy "mmphhh…" ripped out of her throat, high and broken at the edges.
That sound... gods, it was so broken and needy filled with the entire story of how much she's been wanting me from the day we first met at the Rivera residence.
I dragged my mouth lower—open, sloppy, obscene trail down the elegant column of her throat. My tongue flicked out, tasting salt, jasmine, and the sweet panic of a woman finally losing the plot.
