Before I could recover, he came down over me a second later, one hand planted beside my head, the other gripping my waist. His weight pressed into the bed, close enough to feel, careful enough not to trap.
"You are out of your mind," I said.
"Frequently."
Then he kissed me again.
There was nothing restrained about it now. His mouth hard and hot against mine, his body over me, my hands dragging him closer before pride could interfere. Every inch of him felt like trouble I'd been walking toward for weeks.
He made a low sound when I pulled at his shirt.
"Lena."
"Don't talk."
That nearly undid him.
He kissed me deeper, hand tightening at my hip, body pressing closer until thought became difficult and judgment nearly impossible. My fingers moved through his hair, then down his neck, th
