Almost Yours
The sound undid him.
Dennis lowered his forehead to hers. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Her cheeks burned.
Outside, thunder rolled low.
They fell onto the bed without planning it. Rain hammered the roof now, loud enough to hide everything. His mouth traced her jaw, her neck. Rihanna’s fingers curled into his shirt, tugging him closer.
“Stop me,” he said against her skin.
She didn’t.
He tore away at the flimsy pajama top she was wearing that revealed he soft pale skin.