He froze like the words had hit him straight in the chest, like I had punched him with them, like he was trying to decide whether to stop this before it got worse or give in to whatever was clearly crawling under his skin.
And then his eyes dropped from my mouth to my throat to my chest and then lower like he was mapping every place he wanted to put his hands before he lost control completely.
“f**k,” he muttered. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
I grabbed his wrist because I was done with waiting, done with pretending I had any self-control left when my whole body was on fire.
“Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing,” I threw back at him, heat shooting up my neck because he was so close I could feel every breath he took.
“And you’re gonna stop talking like you’re i
