She brought her mouth back to his, and that small movement caused her hips to rock forward slightly. But the moment her tongue slipped past his lips, he was a fucking goner. Every shred of good sense he had vanished, and he operated on pure need. On the animalistic instinct to claim her, to prove she was his.

"Are you sure about this?" He still hadn't eased his hold on her waist, afraid if he did, she'd take total control, and then he'd really be screwed. In more ways than ...