Breaking Her Control: A Steamy Collection
It was a dangerous, exquisite game… the push and pull of tension, the slow-burning fire of mutual, unspoken recognition… and I was both terrified and elated by how easily she had broken the careful control I prided myself on.
At some point, she leaned closer, ostensibly to read a line on the screen, and the proximity was unbearable. Her hair brushed my cheek, her breath carried the faint scent of jasmine and warmth, and I was aware of the sudden, almost violent desire to reach for her. My hand moved before my brain could stop it… fingertips grazing her jaw… tilting her face toward mine. She didn’t pull away. Her lips parted, eyes darkening with the same hunger I’d been drowning in for months