He reached for the waistband of her drawers. “I never planned to take it this far, but holding back is much harder than I thought. Food is what should be served on a table, but why is that you look more perfect laying there? Why is that I want to f*cking taste you?”

Delilah’s eyes widened at his words, his voice was deep, deeper than it’d ever been, and his eyes looked so different too; lost in the throes of lust, out of control.

That should’ve been alarming, but it ...