Escaping My Arranged Marriage With My Biker Student
she says again, her voice low and teasing, and it’s all the encouragement I need.
Flipping her onto her back, I pin her beneath me, my hands framing her face as I kiss her deeply. She gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair, and I smirk against her lips. “You’re trouble,” I growl, nipping at her bottom lip before trailing kisses along her jawline and down her neck.
“Then punish me,” she whispers, her hips arching up to meet mine, and I curse under my breath because she’s impossible. Completely impossible.