57 Tell Me What You Like

Dane

When they'd walked through the door from the secret stairs, it had suddenly struck Dane that walking her straight to his bedroom might look a little…forward. So he'd forced himself not to touch her, to offer her the chance to go into another room. He wouldn't let himself kiss her if she wanted to talk. But he hadn't even gotten the words out before she'd smiled that wicked smile that made his groin pull tight, and slid her hands around his neck to pull him down into a deep kiss.

Her kiss was intoxicating. He couldn't believe he'd kept himself away from her this long. He'd just spent two hours with Chris that had felt like a lifetime, knowing she was just a few floors away, ready.

But here, now, with her hands on him, and his lips on hers…his breath came fast and furious. He had his fingers in her hair and his lips on her neck. Her hands climbed his chest, and her breath fluttered in his ear.