As soon as Martha walked out after showing me our room, I was pulled flush against a hard chest. With one of his fists clutching my hair, my face was inches away from his furious one. Even when he was livid, the arm that wrapped around my waist, gripping me tight, was protective. His hold on my hair was gentle.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he hissed. Electric blue eyes were dark and flaming.
"What am I doing?" I blinked, licking my lower lip. "I just needed rest."
His gaze followed the action. With a groan reverberating throughout his chest, he cupped my chin. Giving my lower lip a firm brush, he thrust his thumb in my mouth.
My heart raced down my ribcage as I sucked on his finger, with my hooded eyes set on his. The desire came back to life in my veins.
Letting out a grunt, he pressed his mouth against mine. A breathless moan escaped me as I pressed my