Deep Inside
Her gasp was soft, trembling but her fingers immediately tangled in his uniform shirt, dragging him down to her mouth.
Their kiss was fire. A clash of teeth and tongue, hunger and desperation.
“God, Colette…” Henry growled into her lips, gripping her waist so tight she moaned against him. “Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?”
“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly. “That’s why I can’t stop.”
The words snapped something in him.
His hand slid up her thigh beneath her dress, finding the smooth, bare heat of her skin. No stockings. No panties. She had come to him prepared, reckless, knowing.