“Are you serious?” I asked breathlessly, breaking the kiss as my frustration tripled.
He just gave me an infuriatingly patronizing, close-lipped smile, and he twisted both arms behind my back, securely grasping my wrists in one hand. I stubbornly struggled against him, but he was unfazed.
He pulled me onto his lap as if I weighed no more than a feather, with my legs on either side of him. I couldn’t help but gasp at the feeling of his rock hard arousal pressed firmly against my core, despite myself. I scowled when his sly smile widened.
With his free hand, he fisted my hair and yanked my head back, giving him full access to my neck. It was a move that never failed to get me going, and he knew it well.
He peppered light, teasing kisses from just below my ear, down to where my collarbon
