Darian tangled his finger in my hair and pulled my head back. I felt him drawing a sharp breath through his teeth as they pressed against my ear- my legs shook under him when he dragged his lips over my cheek and hovered over my open mouth. I wanted him to do more, to touch me everywhere, to undo my pants and slip my shirt over my head but I knew it’d be bad. We couldn’t, not yet, right?

“Go take a shower,” he ordered.

Rude. He can go take a shower…with me…no. Bad, ...