The need inside, the need she'd wanted to hold in check, was breaking through, bursting like water out of a dam. She couldn't hold back, and right then, Juliana wasn't even sure why she should hold back. Pride?*ARC copy provided courtesy of NetGalley. Finished copy may vary.
His mouth tore from hers. His lips pressed against her throat. He used the edge of his teeth. Her eyes fell closed, and she couldn't hold back her own moan.
"Missed...you..." His words were rough.
Her gaze flew open, but he was already sliding down her body. His fingers had eased under her T-shirt. Rough, calloused fingertips swept over her stomach, sliding over the flesh, shoving up the shirt and baring her to his hungry stare. Then he was touching her breast, stroking the hard tip and making her shudder.
Making her want him even more.
"Stop me," he told her as his left hand fisted her shirt. His right hand caressing her.
She didn't stop him. Instead, Juliana whispered, I want your mouth...on me."