His other hand worked to open the buttons of her shirt. He pulled it off of her, along with her panties.
“Dage?” Zaya said panic entering her voice. She quickly sat up, but Dage easily held her down. Suddenly Zaya wasn’t sure of his intentions. They had never reached this point in their fooling around. She’d never been fully naked with him. He couldn’t be thinking of stealing her purity. Her hands reach for him, trying to stop him. She couldn’t allow this. She’ll end up hating him if he did this to her.
“Hands above your head.” He sent her piercing eyes that were laden with desire so raw it took her breath away. “I want to have a taste of my mate.”
Zaya trembled at his words, but she didn’t budge.
“Don’t you trust me?” Dage asked even though he knew the answer to that question. She
