Chapter 64

Before I realized it, he kissed me like he couldn’t wait any longer. His hand slipped under my shirt, unclasping the hook at my back… We’d been living under the same roof for a while, but never crossed that line again. He dragged me back to his place, wanted me to be his woman again, but never forced anything. It’s like he was convinced I’d come back to him eventually. So he took his sweet time, just waiting—waiting for me to give in first. But tonight? It was different. For the first time, he came at me so direct, trying to please me, using his touch to tempt, to guide. I felt like a puppet, strings in his hands. My heart pounded like crazy, everything felt blurry—my brain couldn’t even catch up. That devilishly handsome face of his moved closer and closer. I thought he was going to kiss me again, but instead, he gently bit my earlobe. His warm breath circled inside my ear as he whispered, “You want me too, don’t you?” His arms tightened around me. The room spun, and the next second,