His mouth crashed into mine like he’d been waiting years—furious, possessive, hot enough to burn through every shred of decency I had left.
His hands gripped my hips as he shoved me back until I hit the wall. His thigh forced between mine, grinding hard. My gasp was swallowed by his tongue, deep and demanding, leaving no space for doubt, no room for thinking.
This wasn’t a kiss.
It was a claim.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Nolan growled, pulling back just long enough to drag the hem of my T-shirt up and over my head. “Walking around the house in those tiny shorts, no bra, no shame.”
“I wasn’t—” I started.
He gripped my jaw. “Don’t lie. You knew exactly what you were doing.”
His thumb brushed my lower lip, and then he dropped his gaze. My n*****s tightened unde
