The kiss was a war. Robert didn’t just kiss me; he devoured me. His tongue was a hot, rough blade that moved with a confidence that made my stomach flip. My hands were balled into fists against his bare chest, feeling the thick cords of muscle jumping under his skin.
He didn't just hold me; he controlled me. One of his hands slid down, tracing the line of my spine, before dropping lower to cup my bottom. He didn't wait. His fingers hooked into the fabric of my panties, pulling them to the side of my skin. Then, he dug his thumb deep. He found the center of my heat and pressed.
I let out a broken, sharp gasp into his mouth.
"Mmmph—"
He didn't stop. He rubbed, firm and rhythmic. Damn… this man… He knew exactly where the ache was deepest. I bucked against him, my heels digging into his ba
