Sinfully His
“I should’ve known you weren’t as reckless as me,” he says quietly. “You’re Elliot’s little girl after all.”
“I’m not a little girl,” I snap. “I’m twenty-five.”
“And I’m almost twice your age, Natalie,” he says, almost like he’s giving up.
“But that didn’t stop you from coming to me.”
In a second, he has me pinned against the wall. His hands trails up the sides of my body. “Do you want me to stop?” he whispers, his breath hot against my neck.
“I waited for you that night,” I whisper, my hand sliding up his chest. “I imagined us doing all the things you implied you’d do.”
He groans softly, a low, guttural sound that vibrates through his chest. “Did you touch yourself?” he asks