“Are you telling me that I’m not allowed to see anyone else?”
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.” He closes in on me, making my heart skip a beat as he holds my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You’re mine now. Only mine.”
“That’s a very brazen thing to say.”
“I’m a brazen man. And I don’t like sharing, Ember. You should know that off the bat.”
“I don’t like sharing either,” my voice is a lusty whisper as I stare up into his eyes.
He has me trapped, feeling weak and vulnerable and wanton. Oh so wanton. Everything in me that is trying to resist him is failing. Miserably.
I part my lips instinctively as he bends to kiss me. Fireworks go off inside of my head as our mouths mold together. His tongue peeks inside eagerly, and mine rushes to meet his, tasting him. His hand slips around my waist, and he presses me back against the door. My clit pulses as I feel the front of his slacks bulge against me, and the thought comes to my mind that I could have him if I wanted him. Right now, I could take him to my apartment and be lying beneath him. I could run my hands down the hard planes of his chest and the rippling of his abdominal muscles. I could experience what it’s like to be filled by him.