“As far as I know, I’m not imprisoned, so there’s no need to escape.”
“That alone says a lot about your expectations in this moment.”
“Bringing me here was your plan?”
“To make sure this is where you wanted to be.”
I gasp when he suddenly presses me against the door and crashes his mouth against mine, stealing every ounce of air from my lungs—perhaps even my strength itself. My nails sink into the muscle of his arm through the fabric of his shirt before sliding upward to his neck and into his hair, disheveling him slightly.
“There’s still so much you ignore,” his voice purrs as he bites the sensitive place between my shoulder and neck, making my leg weaken beneath me. “And I’m eager to teach you every one of those things…”
His hand cups my breast, and even through my dress and bra it
