She didn’t mean to stare at him that long.
But the way he leaned against the doorframe—jaw tight, shirt clinging to his chest, that lazy smirk like he already knew what she was thinking—
yeah, she was gone.
“Keep looking at me like that,” he said, voice low, “and I’m not going to be responsible for what happens next.”
Her breath caught.
God, he always talked like that—like a warning dressed as a promise.
She tried to walk past him.
Tried to act normal.
Failed instantly.
His hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her back just enough for her to feel the heat pouring off him.
Not touching where she needed—just close enough to torture her.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured against her neck.
“Tell me… you this worked up just from seeing me?”
She hated how true it was.
How her pulse jumped when he pressed his lips to her shoulder.
How her body leaned into him like it had been waiting all day.
He slid one hand up her spine. Slow.
Too slow.
“You want me to behave?” he whispered.
“Say it.”
She didn’t answer.
Couldn’t.
Her mind was already gone.
He chuckled—low, filthy, knowing.
“That’s what I thought,” he said.
“You don’t want me to behave. You want me to ruin your self-control.”
His thumb brushed her hip.
“You want me to talk to you like this… until you forget how to breathe.”
Her knees nearly gave out.
He turned her around, pinning her gently against the wall—not hurting, just controlling.
The kind of hold that made her melt instantly.
“Look at me,” he said.
She did.
His eyes dropped to her lips like he was already tasting her in his mind.
“You have no idea,” he growled, “how hard it is not to throw you over my shoulder right now.”
Her breath broke.
“Then don’t,” she whispered.
That was it.
That’s all he needed.
His smile turned dangerous.
“Good,” he said, brushing his mouth against hers without kissing—teasing, torturing.
“Because I’m done pretending I don’t want you.”
He kissed her then—deep, hungry, sinful.
The kind that makes your whole body light up.
His grip tightened on her waist, pulling her against him like he’d been starving for this.
When he finally pulled away, barely an inch, she was still trembling.
He wiped a thumb across her bottom lip, voice rough:
“Say the word,” he whispered, “and I’ll take you somewhere no one will hear a damn thing.”
Her answer came out like a confession:
“Please.”
His eyes darkened instantly.
“Good girl,” he said.
“Then follow me.”
