Sabrina's lips pressed against my neck, leaving a trail of fire along my skin. My hands found her waist automatically, pulling her closer while some distant part of my brain screamed that this was a terrible idea. Her teeth scraped gently against my pulse point and rational thought became a foreign concept.
"Still thinking too much," she murmured against my throat.
"One of us has to."
Her hands slid down my chest, nails dragging lightly over my abs. I sucked in a sharp breath as her fingers toyed with the waistband of my pants.
"Do you want me to stop?" She looked up, purple eyes almost black with desire.
Did I? Hell no. Should she? Absolutely yes.
Her hand dipped lower, cupping me through the fabric, and my hips jerked up instinctively. Fuck. The satisfied smirk on her face should have annoyed me, but it just made heat pool in my stomach.
"You're making this very difficult," I ground out through clenched teeth.
