Eventually, the kiss ended, like every good thing does. Only he didn't move. Not yet.
Instead, his forehead pressed to mine, his breath ragged as he tried to get himself under control.
Too bad, I much preferred it when he slipped his leash.
"I've wanted to do that for a very long time," he whispered, his voice wrecked and warm against my skin.
My hands trembled slightly as I traced the edge of his jaw. "Then why did you stop? Please," I begged, my body moving unconsciously under his. "Please don't stop."
I whispered a single word in my heart, scared to say it out loud in case it made him pull back. But to me, the man over me would always have that special nickname in my head and my heart.
As if my words did something to him, the razor-edge restraint was gone. The kid gloves were taken off, and the expression in his eyes was just as obsessive as my own.
