Irresistible Fantasies (A Steamy Collection)
“You’re playing with fire, baby.”
I laugh, low and throaty, and lean back just enough to watch his face.
His eyes are blown dark, pupils swallowing the green, his lips parted like he’s already tasting me. The sight of him like this, undone, desperate. It makes my pussy clench around nothing. I want to ruin him.
“Maybe I like the burn,” I murmur, dragging my nails down his chest. His abs jump under my touch, the muscles twitching as I trace the hem of his shirt, then slip my fingers beneath.