Chapter 85

He crossed his legs—tight, like that was the only thing stopping him from yanking me closer. I could feel his control slipping. His fingers clenched the sofa cushion like he needed an anchor. Damn, he was fighting hard. I could see it all over him. Then, suddenly, he snapped. Not in a wild, throw-me-down way. No, he slammed his palm into his other hand, like he was physically trying to shake himself out of whatever trance I’d pulled him into. He pushed up to stand, but my arms stayed locked around his neck, not ready to let go. He swore under his breath. Then he kissed me again, fast, hard, breathless. ‘Don’t look at me like that,’ he muttered against my lips. ‘Or I’ll…’ His words barely registered in my mind. I was already drunk on the taste of him, high on the heat, melting into him. Then he lifted me, carried me towards the stairs. One moment, I was in his lap, and the next, I was on my back, flat against the sheets in my room. Then he… Left. The door clicked shut behind him. Soft,