My skin was so warm I could fry an egg on my chest and Darian was fisting my shirt and pulling me in as close as physically possible. A burst of desire exploded inside me and all I knew at that moment was that I wanted him. I needed him.

But all he did was tease my skin with his hand whenever my shirt lifted, he never attempted to take it off. Fuck, I wanted him to rip it to shreds and tear off my bra- there was too much between us, I wanted to feel him. 

“Do it,” I ...