Norman
She smirked at me, that dangerous little curve of her lips that always meant trouble.
“I asked if you wanna have—”
Her words died the second I slapped my hand over her mouth.
My heart slammed against my ribs. The room suddenly felt too small, too hot. Her eyes widened slightly above my palm, but instead of pulling away, she wrapped her fingers around my wrist and held my hand right there — pressed firmly over her soft lips.
Fuck.
The sight hit me like a punch. Half her face covered by my hand, those pretty eyes staring up at me, dark and hungry. She looked like she wanted to be used. Like she wanted me to ruin her. My c**k twitched hard in my pants, already throbbing, already leaking.
I swallowed thickly. My thoughts were turning nasty — filthy images flashing through my head
