He pressed his lips hard against mine, swallowing my gasp. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was claiming, desperate, all-consuming. One hand slid up under my shirt, his rough, calloused palm skimming over my ribs before closing over my breast. I cried out against his mouth, the sensation overwhelming. He groaned, a low, deep rumble in his chest that I felt everywhere. He ground the hard ridge of his erection against my thigh, the friction a delicious, torturous promise.

“Shhh, baby…” he breathed against my lips, his voice thick with need. “Just let me take care of you.” His thumb circled my nipple through the lace of my bra, and my knees gave out completely. He held me up effortlessly, his arms like steel bands. “You will feel so good, I promise.”